She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 679: You're Such a Follower

As soon as the young man finished speaking, his words were immediately countered by his friend. With sharp words and no mercy, his friend retorted, "Oh, please, is that someone you can even dream of reaching?"

"Yeah, you're right. Someone like me is better off being single," he replied with a smirk.

Just then, a family of four arrived at the entrance of Onistead University. A black luxury car slowly parked on the fiery Maple Avenue, and as the car doors opened, a pair of slender and elegant legs emerged. The captivating black stockings perfectly accentuated the black Martin boots, drawing attention.

Everyone's gaze moved upward to the girl's face, a delicate and fair complexion adorned with stylish and elegant makeup. She carried limited-edition Chanel handbags in her hands, clearly showcasing her status as a wealthy beauty.

She gazed at the renowned century-old institution before her with a pair of round eyes, a faint smile emerging on her pale face.

"Mom, this school is really amazing. Is my sister really going to pursue her master's degree here?" The young boy who spoke appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. His voice was clear and lazy. Dressed in a white V-neck sweater, paired with a black coat and off-white trousers, he had a tall figure and a clean demeanor. He was Sean.

Malaya, carrying a pink suitcase, walked behind the two of them. Pride shone in her eyes as she looked at the backs of her son and the beautiful girl.

Although Nora hadn't been able to study abroad successfully, she had still managed to gain admission to Chulae's best school, surpassing the achievements of most ordinary people.

While Sean's grades were not exceptionally outstanding, it didn't stop Malaya from considering her son handsome, different from average men.

They had only walked for a few minutes before they saw a crowd gathering ahead. Sean was the first to notice the scene and exclaimed, pointing ahead, "Sis, look! Is there some event happening up there? Why are so many people gathered together?"

Upon hearing his words, both mother and daughter turned their gaze in unison and indeed saw a large group of people surrounding something up ahead. "There must be some important figure here. Let's go and take a look," Malaya suggested.

With those words, the family of four made their way through the crowded crowd. Finally, they stood at the center, where they immediately spotted a familiar figure among the crowd. Sean, shocked, pointed in the direction of the young girl, his eyes widening involuntarily. Incoherently, he exclaimed, "Quick, look... isn't that Cheyenne, that wretch?"

"Where? Let me see!" Malaya squeezed her way into the crowd and, upon seeing the young girl standing there in front of her, nearly fainted on the spot. "Cheyenne!"

It really was her!

The family had just come from Akloit, and over a month ago, Cheyenne had disappeared in the midst of the fire. There had been no news about her, and everyone assumed she was dead. They never expected to encounter her again at Onistead!

Nora stared fixedly at the slender figure, her hand clenched into a fist beneath her long sleeves, a glint of malice flashing in her eyes. Cheyenne! Why is it her again? She was like a ghost, persistently haunting her life. Why didn't that fire burn her to ashes? Nora thought venomously in her heart.

Before she could react, Sean, the more impulsive of the two, had already taken a big stride forward, forcefully pushing through the crowd and standing in front of Cheyenne.

Without mincing words, he pointed at her with a stern voice, "Why is it you again? Did you come specifically because you heard that my sister got accepted into the graduate program at Onistead University? You really are a follower."

After his remark, Sean's gaze fell upon the clothes Cheyenne was wearing. After a pause of nearly three seconds, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"Hahaha..."

With a highly sarcastic expression, he continued, "Did you pick up your clothes from a garbage dump? It's truly embarrassing. Elite institutions like Onistead University aren't meant for country bumpkins like you. Have some self-awareness and get lost."

His arrogant tone was repulsive, but Cheyenne lazily raised her eyes and realized it was George who had arrived with his family. She looked at him with a dazed expression.

Sean's mockery didn't affect her in the slightest, and she coldly snorted, "What's it to you? What I wear is my freedom."

Finally, she adjusted her green coat, attempting to fend off the cold wind, which only made her appear more vulnerable.

Malaya was initially surprised to see her, but quickly regained her composure. She wore a fake smile on her fair and elegant face, pretending to be friendly as she approached Cheyenne.

"Oh, Cheyenne, since you're still alive, why haven't you contacted your family? Your father were and I are really worried about you. We thought you were dead."

Her eyes welled up with tears, seemingly concerned. If one didn't know any better, they would think she was genuinely happy for Cheyenne. But Cheyenne didn't miss the fleeting annoyance and resentment in her eyes.

It was clear that Malaya would rather see her dead and was now putting on this false display of kindness to disgust her. George also assumed his fatherly authority, glaring at the indifferent young girl with a sniffle, his tone filled with reprimand. "Malaya is right. Since you're alive, why didn't you inform your family? We thought you were dead, and you made us worry."

He had almost sold the villa in Akloit,

but due to the extensive damage

caused by the explosion and the fact that it became associated with a murder, even at a low price, he couldn't find a buyer. Moreover,Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

since he wasn't the homeowner, there weren't many people willing to take the risk.

Now that Cheyenne was alive, things could be easily resolved. As long as she agreed to sign the documents, the piece of land could still fetch a considerable amount of money.

As his words fell, Cheyenne's gaze

remained as cold as the snowflakes in the heart of winter. She stared at George's rough, aged face and suddenly revealed a sinister smile. "That is your family, not mine

Besides, I am not your biological

daughter, am I?"

The already unsettled depths of his heart were struck by a bolt of lightning. The flickering flames forcefully tore open the dusty memories that had been sealed away for many years.

George's expression clearly showed panic. He took a step back, his chin trembling, and his eyes quivering uncontrollably. "Who said that? Who said you're not my biological daughter? It's all rumors, don't believe them."

At the sight of his guilty appearance, Cheyenne already had the answer in her heart. The corners of her lips curved upwards, a smile that didn't reach her eyes, icy and chilling. "No one needs to tell me. I already know the answer myself."