She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 681: Cheyenne is a Professor at Onistead University

The unremarkable elderly person in front of them turned out to be the national goddess, Yvonne! But just a moment ago, they had ignorantly insulted her, calling her a poor beggar. It was truly embarrassing How could Cheyenne, this conniving woman, be so lucky to always encounter influential people wherever she went?

Even now, Sean, refusing to give up, continued to speak without shedding a tear, "It's impossible! How could this old and ugly woman be Yvonne?"

"She must have hired an actress from some movie company, right? Your acting skills are pretty good. How much does Cheyenne pay you per day? I'll double it, just get lost!" He sneered while glaring at Cheyenne and Yvonne, as if he would not relent until he saw Cheyenne's downfall.

Cheyenne chuckled coldly, took a step forward with her long legs, and approached the four of them.

"You really don't give up easily. Let me tell you the truth. I'm here today as an interim professor of the History department."

As soon as her words fell, a chorus of gasps reverberated around her, and many eyes converged on her face, as if she had just uttered something outrageous.

Cheyenne would be a professor in the History department?

Don't be ridiculous! She merely graduated from a high school. What qualifications did she have to educate others? Was she not afraid of misleading others?

Before anyone could respond, Sean sarcastically and mockingly taunted her, "I think you've gone mad. Do you even know your own capabilities? If you're a history professor at Onistead University, then I must be the president!"

"Yeah, Onistead University is the top-ranked institution in the country. How could they possibly hire someone like you as a teacher? If that's the case, then Nora has no reason to study here either."

This time, Malaya sided with her son Sean. Naturally, she didn't believe a word Cheyenne had said. Who could become a professor at Onistead University without being over thirty years old? Cheyenne was only twenty-two, and most people at this age had just graduated from college.

However, as soon as her voice trailed off, a loud laughter came from behind, sending shivers down everyone's spines even from a distance.

"Yvonne, Miss Lawrence, you've arrived."

Hearing that voice, everyone instinctively turned around and saw a slightly overweight figure walking towards them from a distance.

He appeared to be in his early fifties, dressed in a black suit with a pure white shirt underneath. He had a standard crew cut, wore black-rimmed glasses, and exuded an elegant and refined demeanor. This person was Mr. Reynolds, the current president of Onistead University. He was also a former classmate of Yvonne and their relationship could be likened to the inseparable bond between Cheyenne and Reece. Hiring Cheyenne as a history professor at Onistead University was one of his decisions.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

This decision was made because he noticed the classical patterns on Cheyenne's jade carving, as well as her expertise in appraising and evaluating antiques, all of which indicated a profound understanding of history. It was also approved unanimously during the board meeting. From now on, Cheyenne would be officially appointed as a faculty member of Onistead University.

Nora was familiar with Mr. Reynolds. Before coming here, she had conducted an online investigation about many aspects of Onistead University, including the identity of the president and the dean of the Art department.

The surrounding students immediately dispersed and left, no longer daring to watch the scene unfold.

"Mr. Reynolds," Yvonne walked forward with a smile, extending a friendly hand to shake his.

Turning to Cheyenne, she introduced in a soft voice, "Cheyenne, this is Mr. Reynolds."

"Hello, Mr. Reynolds."

Mr. Reynolds's gaze shifted to the young girl in front of him, and his eyes brightened. He pushed his black-rimmed glasses up his nose and let out a satisfied laugh. "Miss Lawrence, you're even more beautiful than I imagined. Your joining is greatly welcomed."

Wha... What?

Was Cheyenne really an interim professor at Onistead?

This sudden realization left Sean so surprised that his mouth was open. His face displayed a hint of disbelief, as his lips parted slightly, imbuing his composed face with a profound astonishment.

"No, this can't be possible! How could Cheyenne be a teacher at Onistead University? Onistead University really let me down!"

"Sis, I think we should just drop out. There's nothing special about this school," he voiced his dissatisfaction and complaints, seemingly blaming the university's recruitment error.

A sheet of icy frost covered Nora's face. Cheyenne became a professor at Onistead University, while she remained an ordinary student. The stark contrast in their identities was deeply humiliating. But dropping out...

She had worked so hard to get into this school. If she willingly dropped out of Onistead University now, it meant starting everything anew, from scratch.

Is it worth it to drop out just because of a disagreement with Cheyenne?

While Nora was still contemplating this question, Cheyenne remained aloof and didn't even spare her a glance. She went straight to discussing her requirements with Mr. Reynolds.

"Mr. Reynolds, I've been quite busy

lately and I'm planning to go on a long trip. So would like to postpone my appointment to the next

semester. Also, I won't be teaching regula classes. Instead, I'll be conducting a monthly lecture series on various historical topics, based कु on the students' interests and

needs."

"Alright, alright, that's not a problem at all, as long as Miss Lawrence is willing to take up the position."

Mr. Reynolds didn't care about Nora's threat to drop out because Onistead University had no shortage of students. Every year, countless people were eager to get in.

"Ugh! This despicable president! We said Nora was going to drop out, and he didn't give a damn about it. It means he looks down on us," Sean gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with anger. George's face flushed. In this unfamiliar place, it would be better to stay low-key.

He tried to persuade Nora not to act impulsively. This was her last chance. If she didn't continue her studies, she would have to enter the workforce.

After much contemplation, Nora made a solemn decision. She didn't want Cheyenne to be her "teacher". The thought of such humiliation made her body involuntarily shiver. "Daddy, I'm quitting, I'm dropping out!"

"Well... Nora, are you sure?" Malaya didn't want her daughter to drop out from the bottom of her heart. She had boasted about her daughter';

excellence among the group of fet

wealthy women in her social circle. From Akloit to Onistead University, this was a new opportunity and stepping stone.