All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Half an hour later, I met Dolly at the entrance of Hilton University. The moment she saw what I was wearing, she stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Evelyn, are you insane? What are you wearing?” She reached for my coat and hat. I quickly covered myself. “Don’t… don’t! I caught a chill last night.” Of course, Dolly didn’t buy that nonsense. It wasn’t even winter yet, and Riverdale’s autumn heat was still going strong. She gave a sudden tug and then froze. A second later, she burst out laughing. Flushed and annoyed, I tightened my coat around me. “Don’t laugh! What’s so funny? If you kept laughing at me, I’ll gouge your eyes out.” Dolly tried to hold back her laughter. “Spill it. Who gave you all these hickeys?” I groaned. “Can you not ask? Please? I… I’m going home.” Mortified, all I wanted to do was flee. But Dolly wasn’t going to let me off that easily. She grabbed my arm, beaming. “Come on, tell me the truth. Was it Mr. Wynn? Did he go full vampire on you l

I took a closer look at Linda.She gave me a friendly smile and extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Linda. We met last night.”I hesitated for a second, then reached out. “Nice to meet you. I didn’t expect you to be in the design department at Hilton.”Linda smiled mischievously. “That’s because my family and Mr. Tim’s go way back. My dad didn’t want me wasting these six months, so he asked Mr. Tim to let me tag along and learn a few things.”It clicked.Linda was most likely the other kind of heiress.In wealthy families, daughters were usually raised in two different ways. One was the traditional path.They were taught etiquette from a young age, trained in various arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. These girls would earn accolades in a specific field to build a reputation for being both talented and graceful. Eventually, they’d be sent abroad to polish their image before returning home. This type rarely had freedom in love or marriage, as they were raised for strategic a

I was stunned. “You really hate it that much?”Miles clearly didn’t want to revisit whatever trauma tongue-tied speech had left him with. He simply said, “If eating peanuts could give you a fatal allergic reaction, would you still eat them?”I shook my head immediately. “Of course not. I’d stay as far away as possible. I wouldn’t even dare look at them.”He shrugged. “That’s exactly how I feel about Linda. If you want to call it a feeling, that’s the only one I have.”I didn’t know how I should react.Marsha must’ve spent a great deal of effort handpicking eligible daughters from elite families, probably wracking her brain trying to find the perfect match for her son. And in the end, the one girl who ticked every box in terms of beauty, manners, family background, and personality was instantly thrown into Miles’ “stay far away, don’t even look” category all because of her speech.I even considered whether I should kindly remind Marsha…Then again, forget it.Even if I told her, no on

As expected, the moment I posted that, the group chat lit up.Cartoon Avatar: “Our junior’s definitely a little rich girl. Your friend must be filthy rich—mind introducing him?”BreezyWind: “Careful not to get scammed, junior. A gift this pricey—show us so we can help verify it.”LunaCloud: “Exactly. Post a pic, let us admire it. If it’s real, maybe we’ll catch a bit of that luxury vibe too.”Level 20 - Lily Warren: “To be honest, Tiffany’s diamond watches don’t sell well on the secondhand market. Rolex holds value way better.”Level 18 - DragonKing: “Lily, just because she got a Tiffany watch doesn’t mean her friend didn’t give her a Rolex before.”Level 20 - Lily Warren: “eyeroll.gif, Tiffany isn’t even known for watches. Giving a diamond one just screams show-off.”Level 19 – Tom Cross: “Hey, junior, how tall are you? Weight? Measurements? I’ve got a buddy who wants to meet you.”The chat was a chaotic mess.Then Chloe chimed in again: “Hey, let us see the diamond watch. Guys have

I played along and snapped a shot of the back of the watch, but I made sure to cover the tiny serial number engraved on the bezel. Those numbers could easily be traced, and I wasn’t about to let anyone track down the real owner.Then Chloe finally popped back up. “Junior, your family must be pretty well off. That’s an insanely expensive watch. Is it yours?”I answered simply, “Nope.”That seemed to relieve her. “Ah, that makes sense. A girl your age owning something like that would be... surprising.”I replied, “It’s my brother’s. He’s got a drawer full of watches. This one’s the latest. The rest are antiques. I don’t like them.”Chloe was speechless.And that was when the group exploded again.Everyone suddenly became convinced I came from a seriously rich family—an actual, no-doubt-about-it trust fund kid.One after another, they all popped up, pouring on the compliments.Right then, Dolly made her entrance.She dropped a comparison image into the chat—two screenshots stitched