She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 612

Chapter 612: Endure the Rain

To be honest, this didn't fit Cheyenne's aloof and cool demeanor at all, but Benson insisted that she should wear more for the baby's sake, so she had to comply.

As they exited the elevator, approaching the rotating glass door in the lobby, the two handsome security guards who had been holding umbrellas immediately put on white gloves and warmly stepped forward to hold the door open for them.

"Mr. Gibbs, watch your step, it's slippery," one of the guards said.

"Alright, thank you," Benson replied.

With one hand supporting Cheyenne's arm and the other guarding her side, fearing that the glass door might suddenly close and hurt her, Benson's considerate and gentle manner drew a wave of bitter jealousy from the other women in the lobby.

They secretly thought, "What a waste, what a waste. How could such a handsome and gentle man be with a woman who's so fat, short, and plain?"

Is it just because she's younger?

But Cheyenne didn't have the time to pay attention to their looks of disdain or envy. She sat openly next to Benson, lifted her footsteps and walked out of the door.

"Cheyenne, I'm over here," Yvonne waved at her.

"And I'm here too," Jay poked his round bald head out from under his raincoat. A raindrop hit him, sending a chill through his body, and he quickly shrunk back into the raincoat.

Benson hadn't expected anyone from Wind Hall to come and pick her up, especially not on a small electric scooter.

He smiled lightly and instructed her, "Cheyenne, wait here for me. It's better to drive there instead."

"Okay."

Cheyenne knew Wind Hall was poor, but she hadn't expected them to be so poor that they didn't even have a small car for getting around.

In contrast, Leah from Almond Hall drove a Bentley while even Kyson, who didn't have a driver's license, got himself an extended Lincoln.

Not to mention Moon Hall, the richest of the four halls, where even the apprentices reportedly earned tens of thousands of dollars a month.

Her grandfather, Layne, who could sell a painting for millions, but was still so poor that he didn't wear socks with his sandals in the summer because he was afraid of using them up.

Cheyenne was actually curious where her grandfather's money went… she hadn't seen him with any kind of lavish lifestyle outside that would require it.