She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Don't Waste Your Time on Scumbags

The scream sent shockwaves through the surrounding area, causing leaves to fall from the trees. It was summer, and making leaves fall without external force was quite challenging. Cheyenne, however, remained calm, inspecting her nails with disinterest.

It took a while for Peyton's cries to subside. Graeme quickly handed her a handkerchief from his suit pocket and gently held her head to stop the bleeding. He turned his stern gaze towards Kate and remarked, "You're too arrogant. Why do you think it's acceptable to attack someone without reason?"

In the end, Graeme cast his sinister gaze upon Kate and sneered, "No wonder you're not doing well in your studies. You have such a ruthless friend by your side. It's truly sickening."

Kate had thought she was beyond caring, but hearing Graeme's words still hurt. She clenched her teeth and angrily retorted, "Just come after me. Why insult my friend?"

It was the first time Cheyenne had seen Kate cry. Tears rolled incessantly from her eyes. Her eyes should have shone brightly, but they dimmed because of this man.

Watching the tension between the two, Kate was trembling with anger, while Graeme remained calm, not even deigning to meet her gaze.

Cheyenne stepped forward with a mocking smile, pulling her friend close and offering words of comfort. "Kate, you don't need to argue with him. Remember what I told you: we shouldn't find boyfriends in the trash can. He's not worthy!"

As the heated exchange continued, Peyton was about to speak, but her words were interrupted by footsteps approaching the office door. A young man in a white coat, sweating and with bloodstains on his lower garment, appeared, as did an elderly man in a similar white coat. The elderly man had a kind demeanor.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Shepard quickly rose to his feet and greeted Mr. Owen with an obsequious smile, acting respectful.

"Mr. Owen? What has brought you here?"

Mr. Owen coldly avoided Shepard's outstretched hand and responded with a wry smile, "I can't accept such a grand greeting, Principal Shepard. After all, I'm just a small board member of this school."

His humility was quite understated. Although Akloit College had a prestigious history as a century-old institution, it had been acquired by a private corporation for the sake of modernizing education twenty years ago. It had transformed from a humble public college into an elite institution for the offspring of the affluent. It ranked in the top ten of the national university rankings.

There was only one way to achieve this: spend money lavishly. Most of the students' families were reasonably well-off and didn't lack funds. They came to Akloit College to compare themselves with their fellow rich kids.