She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 597: My Guest

Kyson breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the entrance and spotted Cheyenne about to leave. Standing beside her were three young individuals.

Sophie held Cheyenne's hand, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a warm smile, refusing to let her go. She spoke up for Cheyenne.

"Miss Davidson, Miss Lawrence is an esteemed guest of the Todd family and a close friend of my brother and me. Can't she accompany us into the venue?" Sophie pleaded.

"No! She's not part of your Todd family," Emily replied firmly.

Iker, taking on a guardian stance, stood before Cheyenne, his cold gaze meeting Emily's scrutinizing eyes. His demeanor was icy and devoid of the previous warmth and gentility. His gaze appeared as if he were facing a stranger and not a former fiancée.

Iker declared without mercy, "Cheyenne belongs to me. Do I need your permission for that?"

As his words fell, Emily was infuriated, nearly losing her mind. The anger distorted her delicate eyebrows, diminishing her usual beauty. How dare he speak to her in such a tone for the sake of Cheyenne! Observing his nervous expression and the way his gaze shifted towards Cheyenne, it was evident that Iker treated her differently from others. His deep eyes carried a faint tenderness, sparkling like a lake illuminated by moonlight on an autumn night.

Emily coldly chuckled, "Iker, have you fallen in love with this woman?"

Caught off guard by her public exposure of his feelings, Iker blushed slightly, but his natural aloofness and lack of expression made it difficult for anyone to notice.

He sternly rebuked Emily, "Don't talk nonsense. My feelings for Miss Lawrence are purely admiration and respect."

"Heh, who would believe that? Is there such a thing as pure friendship between a man and a woman? Didn't you say she was just a family doctor treating your illness? Seems like she cured more than just your leg, but your loneliness as well."

After three years of abstinence due to his disability, coupled with Cheyenne's alluring appearance, Emily couldn't believe they hadn't been intimate. She refused to believe they hadn't slept together.

Iker, enraged by her derogatory remarks about his beloved, retorted sharply, "Do you think all women in the world are as promiscuous and morally corrupt as you? Miss Lawrence and I have a pure relationship. Say whatever you want!"

Cheyenne stood there, silently observing the heated argument between Iker and Emily. She couldn't help but sense that something was amiss. She had no idea that these two had a past conflict, and it surprised her to discover her connection to this peculiar sibling duo.

Just moments ago, as she took a few steps outside, a young boy suddenly appeared and hugged her leg, calling her "Sister Cheyenne" in a childish voice. Sophie then emerged and familiarly linked her arm with Cheyenne's, displaying a sisterly bond.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

When the man in the black suit looked at her, his eyes gleamed with joy, sparkling like stars. It was a genuine happiness that emanated from the depths of his heart.

"Miss Lawrence, it's so good to see you," he said, suppressing his overwhelming emotions. The Lawrence family had suffered an explosion, and Cheyenne's whereabouts were unknown. When he received that news, it felt as if his heart had been torn apart, bleeding profusely. How could such a terrible thing happen to someone as kind as her?

In the past month, he had visited the Lawrence Villa several times, only to find a devastated ruin. The lights were dim, the place empty, and the beauty gone. And yet, he still cherished the brief time they had spent together.

If not for the parasite in his body that was slowly draining his life force, Iker would have waited for her return in Akloit. Fortunately, she was still alive. And fortunately, they reunited in Onistead. Even if she had forgotten him, as long as she was safe and sound, all the suffering he endured was worth it.

Meanwhile, Kyson, unaware of the intricate relationships among the young individuals, was more concerned about whether Cheyenne would be allowed to enter the venue.

"Who said she was disqualified? Cheyenne is a member of my Almond Hall!" Kyson declared with a dominating tone, stunning Emily and the others, who turned their heads in surprise.

Kyson, with his white hair and a steadfast gait supported by a cane, walked confidently toward Emily and stopped in front of her. When their eyes met, Emily couldn't help but lower her head, feeling a sense of guilt.

Kyson was a close friend of her adoptive father, someone she should address as "Uncle Owen." Even her father insisted that she must respect Kyson. "Uncle Owen," Emily softly called out to him.

Kyson responded coldly, his words carrying a tone of reproach, "Emily, Cheyenne is my guest at Almond Hall. Can she enter now?"

Considering Kyson's status and authority, Emily reluctantly nodded, although she harbored inner dissatisfaction.

Why did everyone feel the need to protect Cheyenne? What was so special about her?

Emily, filled with resentment and unwillingness, found herself

outnumbered and at a

Cheyenne had the protection of Kyson and the Todd siblings, making it impossible for Emily to

anything to her. She had no choice but to give up.

As she angrily turned to leave, she threw a threatening remark at Cheyenne, reminding her, "Don't forget, I am one of the judges." Therefore, she wouldn't be casting her vote for Cheyenne. Cheyenne shrugged her shoulders in response, indicating that she didn't care. "There's more than one judge anyway. Even without you, I can still win the championship." She said those words with ease. Kyson was momentarily stunned, then burst into hearty laughter, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at the young girl before him.

Unable to resist, he reached out and patted her slender shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "Good! You are truly worthy of admiration. Let's go and show them what it means to be the rising star that surpasses the previous generation!"

Cheyenne lowered her head coldly, her gaze frosty as she looked at the hand on her shoulder. Her red lips parted, and she seemed displeased. "Old man, remove your hand! We're not that familiar!" Kyson was rendered speechless. Glancing at the time, there was no time for argument.

Hastily, he reached out and grabbed Cheyenne's sleeve, pulling her along towards the venue. "Let's go, time is running out. I completely forgot about this serious issue... Let's hope we make it in time." Cheyenne was forced to follow behind him into the venue, with Sophie and Iker following closely, exchanging glances with each other.