She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 625: I Don't Want a Wife Anymore

They were peacefully enjoying the beautiful women, without any sense of awkwardness. However, tears still hung on Jay's eyelashes. He smacked his lips twice and suddenly said, "I also think the third sister is pretty."

Being young, Jay simply expressed his emotions without a care. His clear words triggered laughter from the people around, and someone even playfully rubbed his bald head.

"Although he's young, his taste is not bad at all. Do you like her? How about making her your wife?"

Jay wiped away his tears, hugged his bald head with both hands to prevent further touching, and muttered in response, "What's a wife?"

"It's someone who will play with you and sleep together..."

"Can she help me with my homework?"

The man laughed, his words carrying an underlying meaning that made Cheyenne uncomfortable.

"She won't help you with your homework. Instead, she'll make sure you hand in your assignments every night!"

Upon hearing that he would have to hand in assignments every night, Jay forgot to continue crying and shook his small head in fear.

"In that case, I don't want a wife anymore."

Among the people present, many were adults, and naturally, Cheyenne understood the implications. With familiarity, she picked up a silver needle between her fingertips. Swiftly reaching out, the tip of the silver needle pressed against the man's throat. With a cold and lazy gaze, she spoke in a chilling voice, "Is vulgarity amusing to you?"

"You can be vulgar yourself, but don't do it in front of children. It's embarrassing!"

The man, oblivious to the danger, reached out his hand and touched her hand back. With an suggestive look, he said, "So spicy? I like it..."

Cheyenne instantly felt nauseous, as if she had swallowed a fly. The place where he touched her felt dirty, and she quickly withdrew her hand, wiping it disgustingly on her clothes.

While the man was still smug about his little trick, two strong security guards suddenly approached the scene. Without hesitation, they grabbed a cloth from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, twisting his hands behind his back and dragging him away forcibly.

This process took less than half a minute, and there was no sound. The man was thrown out of the venue.

Everyone was shocked.

All eyes turned to the president, who picked up a teapot and calmly poured himself a glass of water.

The sound of pouring water continued.

The crowd snapped back to reality.

"You're quick, but no need to dirty your hand."

"Mhm."

Cheyenne humbly nodded, exuding an inexplicable vibe of coolness and cuteness.

Abel's smile grew wider. With warmth and kindness, he asked, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Sure."

After saying that, the President of the country himself poured tea and water for Cheyenne.

Bianca beside them couldn't help feeling bitter. After so many years of marriage, when did he ever pour her a cup of water? Indeed, Selah's daughter was not someone easy to deal with.

If only Cheyenne could be as foolish and clueless as her late mother.

Emily was even worse, always carefully serving him, afraid of displeasing her adopted father.

He was so strict with himself, not allowing any slightest mistake.

Why had everything been turned upside down completely once it came to Cheyenne? Such blatant favoritism was truly chilling...

During this little incident, Cheyenne's scrolls had already been purchased by a mysterious customer. He offered 60 million and bought the set of paintings.

Abel, who had also intended to bid, recognized the style of the paintings as resembling those of Old Mr. Edwards. He guessed that they were created by Cheyenne. However, before he could even make a bid, someone else snatched them away. He frowned in annoyance.

Emily and Bianca were unaware that the paintings were Cheyenne's work. The fact that this set of scolls fetched a staggering price of 60 million made them both think that the world had gone mad!

Typically, artworks sold for a few

thousand to several hundred

thousand at most, and only

renowned masters could command million-dollar prices. This unknown artist, Solely based on the praise of Master Freddie, had inflated the price to astronomical heights. They concluded that the buyer must be either a fool or insane!

Ironically, Emily's husband had also gone mad. He spent three million on a piece of oil painting. When he examined the artwork closely, he noticed that the signature contained characters: "CL". The calligraphy seemed oddly familiar. Emily squinted her beautiful eyes and tried. to remember... and suddenly, she had a eureka moment.

Yes! It was the day of the Abona Medical Competition. She had seen the exact same calligraphy-it was Cheyenne's! Her shock was quickly confirmed when Abel, holding the painting, admired it and said to

Cheyenne, "This painting seems a bit more impatient compared to the previous ones, but it's still perfect. The colors, lighting, and composition are all spot-on."

Cheyenne nodded in agreement and sheepishly scratched her forehead. "Uncle, this is the Rembrandt lighting technique. When I was painting it, I thought of your famous work, 'Maid in the Interior.' But compared to your sensitive grasp of lighting, I still have a long way to go."

Abel was delighted to be praised by Cheyenne, as the latter was usually aloof and proud.

"Is that so? If you like it, I'll give you that painting next time," he replied.

Both Bianca and Emily were stunned that they were completely ignored.

They smiled bitterly. Cheyenne, you forced me into this!

The three days passed hastily, and the final round of the Abona Medical Competition began. Before setting off, Cheyenne received a message from the online auction company.

[Dear VIP customer, congratulations on upgrading your VIP level to level 3. We will give you a complimentary consumption card worth three million. Please log in to the website using the following link to claim

it.]

Cheyenne immediately forwarded the message to her friend Kate and quickly typed a response on the keyboard.

"I don't go shopping. You can use it!"

Kate quickly replied with a message and sent a kissing emoji.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Ah, Cheyenne, I love you so much! Tell me, what do you want to eat? I'll order takeout for you!"

Cheyenne thought that the competition should finish by the morning, so she calculated the number of people.

"Twenty servings of Haidilao Hotpot, extra spicy!"

Kate burst into tears after placing the order.

She also wanted to eat hotpot with Cheyenne.