She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 523: The Men of the Weaver Family Are All Pawns

Reece went to the set to find Kate and coincidentally crossed paths with Master Glenn. However, since he wasn't a contracted artist of DF Entertainment, there was no need for him to greet Master Glenn. With one hand in his pocket, he wore a white pinstripe shirt paired with black suit pants. He had a pair of fashionable Bulgari sunglasses on his face, making a stylish and cool entrance that attracted the admiration of many female actresses.

Some recognized him as the idol Reece and quickly took out their phones to capture his profile.

The sunglasses reflected the figure of Master Glenn. At the moment their eyes met, Reece gritted his teeth in hatred.

Master Glenn, too, noticed Reece standing opposite him. He paused for a second, then remembered this man was related to Kate. Immediately, a disdainful smile crossed his face. Just an actor. It would be beneath him to greet someone like that. While attentively listening to the executives beside him, Master Glenn lifted his sturdy, slender leg and turned away.

After leaving the set, the scorching temperature outside made Master Glenn feel uncomfortable. "Master Glenn, please wait. I'll bring the car over," his assistant said. "Mmm." He nodded lightly, appearing leisurely as he waited at the entrance of the film studio for his assistant to return.

Suddenly, a familiar figure caught his eye. His deep-set eyes, which were usually dark, instantly brightened. Master Glenn curled his lips into a cold smile.

His gaze followed the receding figure in white until it completely disappeared at the end of the street before slowly retracting his gaze. "Long time no see, Shane!" he exclaimed. "So, you've hidden yourself here."

The Vintage Club, private room number one.

It was just a dining place, decorated as luxuriously and romantically as a five-star Western restaurant. What was even more extravagant were the pink balloons and red carpet at the entrance. The aroma of delicate red roses filled the air, stretching from the entrance to the dining table. In the center, a creatively crafted red heart stood out.

The room was so exclusive that even many wealthy people couldn't reserve it.

When Cheyenne walked in, she thought she had entered the wrong room. Was this really the place where she and her friends were supposed to have dinner, or was it a meticulously planned confession scene?This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

She looked at Reece with confusion and asked softly, "Did you make these arrangements?"

Reece, happily eating complimentary fruits, was surprised by Cheyenne's question and looked at her in disbelief. "Huh? No, didn't you make the reservation, Cheyenne? Do you think I'm that romantic to reserve this place?"

As soon as Reece finished speaking, Cheyenne, for once, agreed with him, lightly touching her delicate chin with one hand and nodding. "True, you won't do it."

Upon hearing this, Reece almost choked on the fruit.

Could it be Kate reserve the room?

Just then, Kate came back from the restroom, wearing a slightly tired smile on her face. "What are you guys talking about?"

"We were discussing who reserved this private room," Reece replied. He was the first to arrive, and the receptionist informed him that the room had already been reserved-private room number one. It was even VIP level.

Reece thought it was Cheyenne who made the reservation since she was the wealthiest among them and had a hidden wealth. Kate, the second to arrive, didn't think too much about it. The receptionist told her where Cheyenne was, so she came straight here.

Cheyenne fell into a moment of deep contemplation. Who could have reserved the private room for them?

Not only the private room, but also the pre-ordered complimentary fruits and dishes, all famous specialties of this place. The other two dishes were her favorites.

This person must know them well and have a good understanding of her.

"Alright, Cheyenne, don't overthink it. Let's just eat. Here, have some oranges! I've spent quite some time peeling them for you."

Cheyenne glanced at the dishes on

the table pan-seared steak, Australian lobster, French caviar with Italian penne... As the last dish was served, the waiter held the menu and prepared to leave.

She had a plan in mind. She made an excuse of needing to wash her hands and followed the female server all the way to the end of the corridor. She knocked on the door, and soon enough... the man inside the room came out.

It was Chris!

The person behind the scenes who reserved the private room and those dishes was none other than him.

Chris took out a card from his suit pocket and settled the bill right there.

The waiter smiled and walked away; he was ready to go back and report the situation to his boss.

He turned around.

A figure that should not have been here suddenly appeared from somewhere. Cheyenne placed one hand on the door, blocking Chris's path with her body.

She stared at him intently, her expression displeased. "Tell me, did that scoundrel Kelvin send you to track us?"

Chris was dumbfounded.

How could Miss Lawrence know he was here?

He could only awkwardly laugh twice, too afraid to look at Cheyenne, attempting to make excuses.

"Miss Lawrence, it's quite a coincidence. You see, our paths would never have crossed if it weren't for money. It's wealth that brought us together..."

Cheyenne interrupted his nonsense and pulled out a long silver needle from her waist, holding it in front of Chris's eyes.

Threatening him, she said, "Let me

ask you again, is it Kelvin? Mr. Richards probably doesn't know that my Thirteen Needles can not only save lives but also be used to kill."

Chris stared at the ten-centimeter-long needle in front of him, trembling with his tall figure. A quivering laughter escaped him. "Miss Lawrence, please don't do this. Yes, it was Mr. Foley who sent me, but not to monitor you, but to protect you!"

She probably knew how many enemies she had made.

"Miss Lawrence, with your life worth two billion, Mr. Foley is concerned about your safety, so he sent me to protect you, hehe."

Protect her?

Cheyenne rolled her eyes instantly, put away the silver needle, and a disdainful smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Richards, if you can just avoid

being a burden to me with your physique, that would be good enough. Go back and tell Kelvin that

I don't need his interference. Don't

do things that anger me."

Chris was dissatisfied. After all, he had retired from the military. He muttered to himself, "Actually, my martial arts are not bad..." Unfortunately, Cheyenne didn't listen and simply turned around and left.

Her departing figure was resolute.