She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 596: It's You Again

Fortunately, although everyone had such thoughts in their minds, they didn't have the courage to betray Wind Hall on the spot.

"All right, Adrian, if you're done reminiscing, come back. The competition is about to begin. Why waste time with those small fry?" A seductive and husky voice suddenly sounded in Yvonne's ears. She raised her head and met the stunning, enchanting face.

The mole at the corner of her eye made her even more endearing.

Hot, sexy, seductive, mature-she embodied all of these qualities.

However, this beauty seemed a bit too arrogant, actually referring to Wind Hall as small fry! Young people nowadays really lacked manners.

Adrian turned back with a smile. "Consul Phoenix, you're right. I'm coming back now."

Was she the Phoenix, the top ace of the Lucas family's four aces?

Sensing the change in the atmosphere around them, those who had previously looked at the woman with lustful eyes now turned to fear and trepidation.

As if she were the Medusa Queen dispatched by the Lord of the Underworld.

This time, the Lucas family actually sent her. It was quite rare.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

It seemed that the Lucas family also wanted to take the lead in this competition and enter the Presidential Library.

Could it be that they were after that thing?

The major families understood each other without speaking, each with their own thoughts... The competition hadn't even started yet, and people were shocked by the successive arrivals of notable figures and

news.

Their chances of winning became even slimmer.

At the entrance of the venue, a black luxury car slowly came to a stop.

The car door opened, and an unparalleled beautiful girl got out of the car.

She wore a black fishtail dress that outlined her slender figure, while the elegant and fashionable white coat hung over her. Her wavy chestnut hair cascaded down behind her head, tied with a dark green printed silk scarf.

With a gust of wind, the black skirt and the dark green printed silk scarf swayed in a beautiful arc in the cold wind.

Benson looked at her with concern and took the initiative to speak. "Cheyenne, don't you need me to accompany you inside?"

Cheyenne nodded confidently and lightly opened her lips. She responded, "You still have things to take care of, Benson. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Seeing her insistence, Benson reluctantly closed the car door and turned around to leave.

Before leaving, he smiled gently at her, a smile as bright and warm as the winter sun. "Well, I'll be going then. Cheyenne, good luck! In my eyes, you're always the best!"

Hearing his heartwarming words, Cheyenne couldn't help but curl her lips. Of course, she was the best! Because she had already decided to win first place!

As she watched Cheyenne's figure disappear at the entrance, Benson parked the car by the roadside. He connected his Bluetooth earphones and made a phone call, speaking coldly, "She's inside. Let's make it clear-I want her unharmed! Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences!"

"Rest assured, I don't want to harm her either!" The voice on the other end of the phone was slow and elegant, with a clear laughter. It sounded quite familiar.

Just as Cheyenne reached the entrance, she was intercepted.

The security guard at the gate looked at her and thought she was a student who had come to watch the competition. His tone was still polite. "Young lady, the competition has already started, so you can't go in anymore."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Cheyenne's face, and she furrowed her brows.

The security guard felt a bit sorry for her. According to the rules, no one could enter once the competition had started. However, Cheyenne was just too beautiful.

He tried to speak and whispered in her ear, "If you have an invitation letter, I can make an exception and let you in."

An invitation letter? Cheyenne cutely tilted her head and thought for a moment, but then shook her head. There was no trace of that thing in her fragmented and scattered memories. She responded honestly and straightforwardly to the security guard, "I don't have an invitation letter."

Upon hearing this, the security guard looked helpless. "I'm sorry, but without an invitation letter, I can't let you in."

Just as he finished speaking, a familiar and resounding voice immediately came from the other side. It was Emily, whom Cheyenne had just met.

"It's you again! Cheyenne, why are you so persistent?" Emily stepped out of her car in a floral evening gown, angrily stopping in front of Cheyenne, looking down at her with disdain.

After a few seconds of staring, Emily

suddenly smiled and spoke

mockingly, "You, wanting to enter

the competition venue? You have no connections, no education, and

definitely no invitation letter! Who gave you the audacity to come here? I advise you not to embarrass yourself. Even if you participate, it'll only embarrass yourself, won't it?"

Cheyenne listened to her mockery without showing any anger on her face. She even smiled lightly and casually replied, "Oh well, then I'll leave. I didn't plan on coming anyway. Isn't it better to sleep at home during this time? Besides, if it weren't for someone persistently asking me to come, I wouldn't have come."

With that, she turned around resolutely and walked away.

Emily stood there with her arms crossed, watching Cheyenne's retreating figure, her eyes filled with contempt and disbelief. "You obviously don't know your place, acting so high and mighty! Claiming that Kyson invited you, what nerve!"

Inside the venue, Kyson couldn't find Cheyenne, and he was anxious, fidgeting in his seat. He kept picking up the cup of tea on the table and drinking. In the blink of an eye, he finished the entire cup of tea.

He suddenly slammed the cup heavily on the table, causing a dull sound. He raised his hand with irritation and looked at the time on his watch, furrowing his brows deeply. "Another ten minutes, and even if Cheyenne comes, she won't be able to participate in the competition."

Kyson suddenly stood up and walked towards the exit.

Seeing this, Leah grabbed his sleeve and asked softly from behind, "Grandfather, where are you going?"

His answer didn't make her happy at all; instead, it made her secretly angry. "Cheyenne hasn't arrived yet. I'm going to the entrance to check."

It's Cheyenne again!

Leah clenched her fists, nonchalantly saying, "Maybe she doesn't want to come, so she didn't. Why do you need to personally welcome her? Besides, even without her, Almond Hall can win.

Kyson sighed deeply at his

granddaughter's overconfidence. If

she had even half of Cheyenne's excellence, he wouldn't have

personally invited Cheyenne, that cute and proud girl. Cheyenne was the ace of Almond Hall this year. Without her, their chances of winning would be greatly? diminished.