She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 114: Solitude Hidden Behind A Smile

Chapter 114: Solitude Hidden Behind a Smile

Upon hearing Cheyenne agree to be Master Iker's companion, Omari immediately became unhappy. He had been pursuing Cheyenne for almost four years and she had never agreed to be his companion at any event. That's why he secretly bought a dress and sent it to her home because he knew she wouldn't accept it if he gave it to her in person. And now, she agreed to attend a banquet with someone else! Why?

"Iker has only known you for less than a month, how can it compare with my four years of pursuit? Cheyenne, have you fallen in love with someone else? I've known you longer than him, but you never agreed to be with me," Omari said in a resentful tone with pitiful eyes that made him look like an abandoned lover.

Cheyenne was annoyed and looked at him sharply. "Isn't it because you never asked me yourself?"

Omari suddenly realized his mistake and awkwardly explained himself with a sheepish smile. "I'm just used to being rejected by you so... "

Even Omari, who could face judges without fear, had something that scared him.

Iker's gaze shifted back towards Nora as he spoke coldly, "The dress I gave is not meant for anyone who isn't worthy."

"Tanner," Iker called out.

"Here," Tanner replied as he walked up behind him.

He stood towering over Nora as she clutched her chest tightly while taking steps backward on the ground. Her voice trembled as she warned them, "What are you going to do? There are many

people here; don't try anything..."

Before Nora could finish speaking, Tanner reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a receipt which fluttered down onto the ground near her feet.

Nora reached out with her hand, but as she was about to pick it up, she hesitated and pulled back, not daring to touch it.

"This is the invoice for this dress and diamond necklace. Miss Lawrence, please pay the money as soon as possible," Tanner said calmly before turning around swiftly and walking back towards Iker.

This dress was meant for Cheyenne but Nora wore it without permission which angered Master Iker greatly. As the rightful owner of this dress, Master Iker demanded compensation which was only fair.

However, Nora's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the invoice lying at her feet. She trembled as she picked it up and took a quick glance. It was a long string of numbers, and Nora couldn't even bring herself to count how many zeros followed the "3" at the beginning.

Last time, her mother had lost four million dollars in the art exhibition. Now it was three million dollars, and if George found out that he had to pay for it, he would definitely scold her.

As Nora quickly thought about how to raise this amount of money without telling her father, George and Malaya arrived.

They were just talking with an important guest at the long table when they heard people discussing something about "stealing a dress".

Malaya's heart skipped a beat as she tensed up. She couldn't breathe properly.

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Coincidentally, Abbie walked by with a glass of champagne in hand and revealed some news to Malaya with a mocking tone.

"Mrs. Lawrence, your two daughters are both impressive characters. I admire them."

Malaya didn't have much fondness for Abbie and retorted impolitely, "Miss Berry, seems you're feeling better now. You can even come out here. Be careful not to give yourself away!"

Maintaining her ladylike demeanor, Abbie knew it wasn't appropriate to argue with her in public. She coolly retorted, "Mrs. Lawrence, instead of wasting your words on me, why don't you go check on your lovely daughter?"

Her lovely daughter? Was Abbie referring to Cheyenne?

If so, then Malaya would be overjoyed but unfortunately, thinking of what those people said earlier about "stealing a dress", she worried that it was Nora in trouble instead.

Praying that it wasn't Nora but Cheyenne who got into trouble while feeling anxious yet complicated inside, the couple rushed over where the crowd gathered around someone lying on the ground looking disheveled.

As soon as they saw Malaya coming towards them, Nora burst into tears before saying anything else.

"Mommy!"

She quickly hugged Nora while angrily scolding George, "What are you standing there for? Take off your coat now!"

George felt like he had completely lost face because of Nora. He lowered his head and hurriedly took off his suit jacket, handing it to Malaya who put it on Nora.

Out of the corner of her eye, Malaya caught sight of the elegant Cheyenne standing nearby, and she immediately flared up and shouted, "Cheyenne, is it you? Nora is your sister. What's wrong with her wearing your clothes? Why are you making fool of her?"

Her questioning was truly eye-opening. The situation was clear: Nora had taken the dress that Master Iker had given to Cheyenne. It was quite audacious for the mother to come and accuse Cheyenne of being stingy.

No wonder Nora could do such things. It turned out that her mother's character was bad, too! Like mother, like daughter.

So what about Mr. Lawrence? What role did he play in all of this?

George looked at Cheyenne with a gloomy expression on his face. Although he didn't say anything, the accusing look in his eyes made everyone see it clearly.

She had long grown accustomed to such baseless accusations. From childhood to adulthood, she had lost count of how many times it had happened.

At first, she would get angry and try to defend herself, but eventually, she couldn't be bothered anymore.

As for her father, she felt that having him around was no better than not having him at all. She would rather do without him.

Omari knew that Cheyenne had a hard time at home, but he had not expected her to be so mistreated. Like Cheyenne, Omari had lost his mother at a young age, but at least he had a loving father. On the other hand, no one cared for Cheyenne except her grandfather.

Even the person she had wholeheartedly devoted herself to, Kelvin, had heartlessly abandoned her.

At this moment, Omari became resolute in his determination to protect her for the rest of her life.

Iker, too, couldn't bear to see that seemingly carefree smile on her face, as if she had seen through the world's troubles.

At such a young age, where did all this melancholy come from?

But now he understood.

Cheyenne, like him, was pitiable and lonely. He was accustomed to concealing this loneliness with indifference, while she chose to hide it behind her smile.

It was truly heart-wrenching.