She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 507: Offending the Future HeiressAll content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kelvin sneered at them for being naive. 'Do they think I'll just let it slide after they make an apology? Nobody can get away with it after offending me, not to mention that Danielle insulted my beloved woman.'

"I don't accept your apology! I don't feel Miss Parry's sincerity. I believe it would be more in line with my style for the Parry Group to withdraw from the stock market soon!"

Kelvin glanced at the two of them, idly playing with the ring on his hand. It was a silver ring embedded with a diamond, a wedding ring worn on his left hand, symbolizing his married status. It was only at this moment that Chris noticed it.

A bow wasn't sincere enough? Then how about kneeling?

Teagan suddenly stood up, reached out a large hand, and pressed down on Danielle's shoulder, forcibly pushing her down while shouting, "Kneel!"

Danielle's knees involuntarily bent, and her entire kneecaps hit the cold floor. She turned back to Teagan and defiantly shouted, "Teagan, I won't!"

She couldn't afford to refuse!

Teagan personally pressed down on her head, causing her fair and beautiful forehead to quickly turn purple. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and the hidden sadness and grievances in her eyes turned into tears.

At the same time, Teagan's powerful, deliberate voice was resounding, each word powerful and forceful. "Mr. Foley, please forgive us!"

Finally, Kelvin felt a little bit satisfied, got up and left without a word.

What did this mean? The Parry siblings looked up, gazing at Kelvin's disappearing figure with confusion.

Chris, Mr. Foley's assistant, was tidying up the chairs in the meeting room with an expressionless face, coldly giving the siblings an order to leave. "Both of you, please leave. Mr. Foley means that this matter ends here and there will be no next time."

With that, Teagan's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He was glad that Kelvin had agreed to let go, but he was also deeply saddened by the insult he received today, the first in his twenty-five years of life. 'Kelvin, just you wait! One day, I will make you pay the price!'

"Alright, thank you, Mr. Richards," Teagan said before leaving with the tearful Danielle. His face was entirely different from when he arrived.

Cheyenne rushed to Hopedale Hospital after receiving a call from Eddie who told her that a prominent figure from Onistead wanted to see her. Kyson Owen, the Minister of Health of Chulae, a leading figure in the medical field, and also the older brother of Jonathan Owen.

As soon as she arrived at the door of her office, she saw this well-known national doctor.

The old man sitting in her chair appeared to be in his seventies, with facial features somewhat similar to Jonathan's, but slightly rounder and plumper.

His hair were gray, his expression serious, and he wore a pair of black-framed reading glasses and a symbolically white lab coat, giving him the appearance of a well-educated scholar.

As she sized up the old man, the people in the room were also sizing her up. They found it unbelivable that the lively and delicate girl in front of them turned out to be the appointed director of the hospital chosen by Jonathan.

Cheyenne noticed the aloof woman standing among the crowd. She had a short ear-length haircut, a square-shaped face, fair skin, prominent eyebrows and large eyes, and a straight nose.

She stood behind Kyson, her hands tucked into the pockets of her white coat. The first glance she cast at Cheyenne was full of disdain, as if questioning how someone like her could lead the entire hospital. Eddie was the only one who welcomed Cheyenne. He approached her proactively, greeted her, and gave a warm and appropriate smile. "Cheyenne, you're here. Come in, let me introduce you."

"This is Kyson Owen! And this is his granddaughter, Leah Owen, the 38th generation of the Owen family."

Being the 38th generation of the

Owen family meant that this woman, who looked to be twenty-five or six years old, would be the next head of the Owen family. No wonder she had just looked down her nose at Cheyenne.

Cheyenne reluctantly extended her hand to shake theirs and greeted, "Kyson, hello, I'm Cheyenne." Leah didn't even extend her hand and kept it in her pocket, giving off an annoying air of arrogance. Cheyenne awkwardly left her hand hanging in the air.

Finally, she reached back and lightly touched her own nape, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She had no idea what she had done to offend the future head of the Owen family.

At this point, Kyson spoke up, "I know you. You're the granddaughter of Old Mr. Edwards."

"The Thirteen Needles of the Edwards family is as good as 'Diagnose with a Thread' of my family." Cheyenne had heard her grandfather mention Diagnose with a Thread when she was younger.

It was this particular skill that allowed the Owen family to establish a foothold among various forces. No matter where they were, they could determine a patient's condition and how advanced their illness was just by using a thin red thread.

"Thank you, old Mr. Owen. Each medical skill has its own merits. The Thirteen Needles specialize in acupuncture, while the Owen family's medical technique focuses more on diagnostic methods." Cheyenne's humble words, When they reached Leah's ears, turned into evidence of Cheyenne fawning over her grandfather.

With a snort, she walked over to Cheyenne and looked down at her, her eyes filled with mockery.

"My family's diagnosis is summarized by past generations and has a long history. The petty acupuncture of your Edwards family can't be compared with it."

After speaking, she paused and

continued proudly, "Wind Hall of the

Edwards family has long been

kicked out of the four halls. I really

don't know what makes you and your grandfather deceive others as doctors."

'Wind Hall? What does it have to do with me and my grandfather? It's ridiculous that the future head of the Owen family said that my grandfather and I were deceiving others? Before she could retort, Kyson reprimanded his granddaughter.

"Leah, be polite. Old Mr. Edwards and I are good friends."

Good friends? Now Cheyenne smiled. Her smile was full of sarcasm.