She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 624: I Don't Want to Take Care of You

When did Emily arrive? Did she hear everything just now? Judging from the chilly expression on her face, she probably did.

The hand tightly gripping her fiancé Hayden's arm squeezed hard, causing him to frown in pain. He lowered his head and quickly glanced, reminding in a low voice, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison." Only then did Emily come to her senses from the intense emotions. Despite her deep disgust, she had to put on a delighted face.

Releasing Hayden's hand, she gracefully walked to Cheyenne's side. With a beaming smile, she said, "Congratulations, Miss Lawrence, or should I call you sister from now on? There were indeed some misunderstandings between us before, and I hope we can set aside our differences and honor our godfather and godmother in the future."

As she extended a delicate, fair hand towards Cheyenne, the latter remained unfazed, her eyebrows furrowed, and she did not shake hands with Emily. Instead, she kept her gaze steady on Abel. Then, she uttered a sentence that astonished everyone, "Before you make a decision, shouldn't you ask me if I'm willing to take care of you in your late years?"Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Yvonne couldn't help but spray out a mouthful of tea. She awkwardly grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped the corners of her mouth.

Even Abel did not expect her to protest. When he met the eyes of the young girl, Selah's image overlapped in his mind. Their personalities were unexpectedly similar.

"Cheyenne, watch your words. Abel is still young, and he doesn't need you to take care of him," Yvonne scolded.

Moreover, as a great man of the country, even if he had no children in the future, he didn't need to worry about it.

After being "disciplined" by Yvonne, Cheyenne pouted and turned away, casting a proud glance at Bianca and finding Bianca heaved a sigh of relief. Evidently, she was glad that Cheyenne refused Abel's proposal.

Then, with her back to others, she mouthed the words towards Cheyenne, "Give up, you bitch!"

Cheyenne understood what Bianca silently said. With a casual and indifferent chuckle, she withdrew her gaze. What was there to be proud of? In fact, the one Cheyenne didn't want to take care of was Bianca. She had initially thought that Abel, who had been embarrassed in public, would be very angry. As the president of a country, everyone revered and respected him, but only Cheyenne dared to be so audacious in front of him. But as she was his old friend's daughter, he indulged her.

"I've considered it improperly. Since you are unwilling, let's forget about it," Abel said. "But in the future, you don't have to call me Mr. Harrison. Just call me Uncle Abel, so it won't seem so unfamiliar." Cheyenne nodded blankly, but in her mind, she wondered, "Are we really that close?" Having refused his proposal before, if she continued to show disrespect now, it would only put Wind Hall in a difficult position. Since the most influential figure in the country was taking the initiative to get closer to her, she reluctantly decided to cling to this powerful support.

"Okay, Uncle Abel," she hesitated for a second before addressing him. Her voice was sweet and soft, though her tone was calm and indifferent, Abel still seemed somewhat excited. "Alright, alright... If you need anything in the future, just tell me," Abel said.

Cheyenne widened her eyes in surprise, and a hint of excitement flashed in her clear eyes. The words "I need money" were on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason, she swallowed them back. "Okay," she replied.

With the interruption quickly settling down, Emily sat next to Bianca with her fiancé. As she passed by Cheyenne, the tall and stern man with noble eyes glanced at her, his gaze complex and fleeting.

On the elevated platform, the

auction was already halfway through, and the atmosphere was lively. A slightly overweight middle-aged man in a black suit stood in the center with a

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microphone, his face flushed with excitement as he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the next items up for auction are four scroll paintings."

"The plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum have been symbols of our noble spirit and the pursuit of countless scholars and literati. These are the works personally favored by Master Freddie," he added. As his words fell, the audience below erupted into applause. People urged him to quickly unveil the paintings, saying, "Enough talk, show us the paintings!"

"Yes, a painting admired by Master Freddie must be a masterpiece."

"Perfect! I have four walls in my study, so I'll hang these four scrolls on each of them. That's settled."

Amidst the melodious music, eight young women with graceful figures walked out from behind the stage in two rows.

They walked with elegance, their

steps swaying gracefully,

showcasing their perfect curves that

were captivating. Amidst the gaze of

the crowd, they approached the

center of the stage, with four of

them standing upright, holding the

scroll paintings against their chests.

Cheyenne couldn't help but envy their plump and shapely bosoms. She secretly looked down at her own and blinked.

Well, hers were pretty similar.

However, this cute and somewhat comical scene happened to catch the attention of Yvonne. She discreetly nudged Cheyenne's arm with her elbow and leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Which one do you think looks the best?"

Cheyenne thought Yvonne was

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about to share some big secret with her, but she ended up asking which girl looked the best! She was stunned for a few seconds before finally realizing that both of them enjoyed seeing beautiful woman!

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Cheyenne coughed twice and let her gaze once again fall upon the beautiful girls. This time, she looked at them with a comparative eye, carefully assessing each of them. "Well... I like the third girl from the left. She has a round and friendly face, and her legs are so fair and smooth without any hair." Cheyenne replied.

As her words trailed off, Yvonne nodded in agreement. "Hmm... I think the third one is pretty too."

The two of them exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

It turned out Cheyenne wasn't the only lady who enjoyed admiring beautiful women.

However, their admiration was purely aesthetic.

Unlike those men, who blushed and grew flustered, practically wanting to pounce on the girls.