The following morning, the front pages of Akloit's major newspapers were filled with headlines about "Teagan," "Jane," and "the Lawrence family heiress."
"Failed Union of the Berry and Parry Families, the Love of the Elites Is So Fragile!"
"The Lawrence Family Heiress Becomes a Mistress, Caught in Adultery!"
"Jane Abandoned in Misfortune as Her Family's Fortune Declines!"
"The Reasons Behind Berry and Parry Families' Cancellation of the Marriage!"
Cheyenne glanced at these headlines, smirking, and tossed the newspaper into the trash can with a confident and dashing motion. She wore a black off-the-shoulder, tight-fitting, high-waisted T-shirt with a matching skirt made of sheer fabric that accentuated her fair, slender legs. Her wavy hair, styled in a ponytail with a simple and rustic "X"-shaped metal hairpin, cascaded down her back, as fluffy as a squirrel's tail.
She stood nonchalantly in front of a vending machine, facing an array of drink options, and her delicate fingers hesitated in mid-air for a moment. Finally, she made her selection. A can of cola dropped down from the machine's chute with a faint layer of dew droplets on its surface.
As Cheyenne pulled the tab, about to take a sip, the cola was abruptly snatched from her hand. She turned around, surprised, to see the owner of the hand.
The man was dressed in a well-tailored black designer suit, paired with a white shirt, standing elegantly in front of her. His thick, stylish eyebrows arched slightly, and his deep-set eyes looked calmly at the frozen cola in his hand. He spoke, uttering an unbelievable statement.
"Drinking cold cola in the morning isn't good for your health, especially for a girl like you."
As a physician, Cheyenne knew better than Kelvin, but she didn't care.
Self-mockingly, Cheyenne looked coldly at the face in front of her, tiptoed to try to grab her cola back. But she was significantly shorter. Even if she tiptoed and raised her arm high, there was still a considerable distance between her and the can.
Cheyenne became irritated and leaped around a few times, resembling a cute little bunny. She looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, her fury evident. She demanded, "Give it back to me."
Without hesitation, Kelvin handed the cola to his assistant Chris, who was standing behind him, while accepting the hot milk Chris offered. He then presented the milk to Cheyenne.
"You can have this."
The milk was steaming. Cheyenne did not take it. She looked at Kelvin as if he were a strange creature. Her rosy, lustrous lips curled slightly, and she said, "Mr. Foley, I'm just a commoner who can't afford your milk. No need."
After her words, she glanced at the cola in Chris's hand. This glance made Chris tremble involuntarily. He hoped that Miss Lawrence didn't think he had stolen her cola. He was only helping the CEO carry it.
Cheyenne let out a light chuckle, her melodious voice ringing in both their ears. "Just take this cola as my treat, Mr. Foley. A big shot like you seldom have a chance to drink carbonated beverages, I understand"
Upon hearing her words, Kelvin's face turned dark, looking inexplicably displeased. He stared fixedly at Cheyenne's fair and tender face with a threatening aura.
"Cheyenne, do you have to speak to me like this?"
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