She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: You Might Be the One Getting Lost

Nora's delicate face turned red. She stared fiercely at the jade bracelet as if wanting to smash it into pieces.

"See? It's not yours. Even if you wear it, you'll only embarrass yourself," Cheyenne sneered.

Malaya held her daughter's delicate hand and exclaimed in distress at the red mark around Nora's slender wrist. "My precious daughter, your hands are meant for playing music and drawing. What if they get injured?"

Upon hearing this, George also looked grim. "Cheyenne, can't you just give it to her? Do you have to be so petty? She is your sister!"

"Sister? My mom only gave birth to me! As for Nora stealing my things and messing up my bedroom without permission... what kind of sister is she?" Cheyenne remained arrogant and domineering as always.

"Took it off. I'm giving you back your bracelet!" Nora took a deep breath and exerted all her strength to remove the bracelet from her wrist. She then stuffed it into Cheyenne's arms.

Cheyenne narrowed her eyes and looked coldly at the mother and daughter. "Is that all? You owe me much more than just this bracelet."

"What else do you want?" Nora asked.

"My room restored to its original state, with all the decorations returned to their right places! If you don't remember what they were, I can get a list from my grandfather."

Although the Edwards family had declined, old Mr. Edwards, Cheyenne's grandfather, was well-known in Yrose not only because he was once an entrepreneur but also because of his extensive knowledge and reputation in the art world.

The antiques that were given to Selah were handpicked by him, so he had a detailed list.

Next week, Nora would be participating in a prestigious painting competition where first prize included an invitation to study at the Royal Academy of Arts in Briyra - one of the top art schools in the world. She was determined to win.

Old Mr. Edwards happened to be one of the judges for this competition; if he found out about their theft from Cheyenne, she would surely face dire consequences.

Nora's face turned dark at just imagining how badly she could lose face.

She looked anxiously towards Malaya who felt reluctant to return such a large sum of money back to Cheyenne.

"Well... Cheyenne, it's been over a year since you came back last time. Now you suddenly want me to go find those things, I'll have to spend some time."

"Fine, one week. I'm only giving you one week to handle it! Now, first clean up my room!"

Cheyenne stood at the door with her arms crossed, enjoying the look of frustration on Nora's face.

Damn, this feels good.

George sighed, what was going on here? He was growing increasingly annoyed with Cheyenne; his daughter was becoming more and more difficult to manage.

"Okay, I'll go get someone to clean it up right away," Malaya replied quietly.

Upstairs there were people making noise. As soon as the boy walked up to the door, he could hear them.

"Mom, what are you guys doing? It's so noisy!"

On the sofa his Thalia Nora was quietly sobbing; the atmosphere in the room was extremely heavy and stagnant.

In contrast stood a woman wearing a long black dress; she sat lazily with her legs crossed in an elegant posture.

Her chestnut-colored hair cascaded down behind her head in delicate curls held together by just one wine-red butterfly bowtie that shimmered silkily under the light.

She looked like a fairy who could enchant anyone into losing their soul at any moment.

This is Cheyenne?

It had been so long since they last saw each other - how did she change so much?