She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 718

Chapter 718: Darren Miller

Cheyenne had her long, flowing hair styled into an elegant bun adorned with golden gemstone, exuding a rich and dignified elegance.

On her face, they wanted to apply a geisha makeup. Cheyenne declined and coolly stood up from her chair, rejecting their offer, "I can handle it myself."

The two maids exchanged puzzled glances, and one of them responded, "Miss Lawrence, please be patient. It will be ready shortly." The other maid chimed in, "Indeed, as our honored guest, we can't allow Miss Lawrence to do it yourself."

Cheyenne became increasingly suspicious of their intentions. Though she had never been to Jostrana before, she had learned from television dramas and history books that the robe they prepared for her was reserved for noble women during marriage ceremonies or birthday banquets.

"Where is your Master Darren? I want to see him," Cheyenne demanded.

The maids hesitated and attempted to placate her, "Miss Lawrence, please allow us to finish your makeup first. Master Darren will be here shortly."

"I said I want to see your Master Darren. I want to see what he's up to," Cheyenne insisted. She recalled being pushed into the water by Charlotte and being saved by someone wearing black. Could that person be the owner of this room?

Just as the maids were faltering, a clear and familiar voice, as melodious as a song, emerged from the entrance. It sent shivers down their spines.

"You both may leave now."

"Master Darren."

The two maids called out in unison, their voices reaching Cheyenne's ears as she turned her head to see the slender figure slowly walking towards the doorway.

The man was wearing a navy blue bathrobe, tied with a green belt, accentuating his slim waist and long legs, displaying an elegant posture.

As he walked, a pair of fair and delicate pretty feet peeped out from under his robe. In his hands, he held a wooden tray with a small bowl made of celadon, emanating a tantalizing aroma of chicken soup.

That refined and clear face, who else could it be but Benson? Seeing him, Cheyenne was initially shocked, but then seemed to understand something. She curled her lips into a mocking and cold smile.

"So, there's more than one thing you lied to me about."

"So, you are Master Darren, the famous member of the Miller family."

"So, your powerful and ruthless father in the story is Rohan."

"Now, tell me, what is your relationship with Lucien Miller, the guy joining Abona Medical Competition?"

"He has the surname Miller... I don't believe you know nothing."

Each and every question Cheyenne posed made Benson panic, causing beads of anxious sweat to form on his forehead. Her unwelcoming demeanor kept him at a distance. However, he decided to answer her questions because he didn't want to deceive Cheyenne any longer.

Once a lie is spoken, more lies are needed to cover it up, and it grows like a snowball, larger and larger.

So he didn't want to deceive Cheyenne any longer and answered truthfully, "He is my family's employee. I'm sorry, Cheyenne. I had no idea that my father had bribed him."