It had been over a year since Cheyenne had come back home. As she stood at the door, she felt a pang of nostalgia.

“Click.”

She turned the doorknob but couldn’t step inside. Her bright face was now filled with shock as she saw her room being used as a storage space for Nora’s belongings.

When did the Lawrence family become so poor that they needed to use her bedroom as a storage room? And why did it have to be Nora’s storage room?

Except for the bed, which still looked like hers, everything else had changed. Her favorite rosewood bookshelf was gone and replaced with rows of picture frames and easels. The floor and windowsill were covered in watercolor paint splatters, making it look messy and chaotic.

“Great! Just great!” Cheyenne’s bright almond eyes sparkled as she rolled up her sleeves without hesitation and threw all of Nora’s paintings onto the hallway outside.

“Bang!” The loud noise echoed throughout the building, startling the three people downstairs who all looked up at once.

“Oh my god! My paintings! Cheyenne, you’re done for! Don’t touch my stuff!” Nora’s high-pitched scream echoed through the hall

“Your stuff?” Cheyenne sneered as she stepped on one of Nora’s paintings with her high heels. Suddenly there was a small footprint on Nora’s painting of sunflowers that took her three nights to finish. It had a bit of Van Gogh style to it.

The best painting she’d ever done, which she wanted to use for a competition, was destroyed by Cheyenne. She was so angry that her face turned red and she reached out to hit Cheyenne. “You shouldn’t have come back, you troublemaker. You always cause problems.”

“This room is mine. Who gave you the right to make changes without my permission?”

The couple who followed Nora upstairs also heard this.

“It’s just a room. Did you have to destroy Nora’s painting? We

the house, why did you choose my bedroom as her studio? You never even thought about leaving me any space,” Cheyenne said sharply, making all three of them

things over with a smile. “Cheyenne, I just thought that your room is more spacious and bright and would be suitable for a studio. But I’ve already arranged another room for you. How about

exactly

own room, she added, “And where are my little

of the Edwards family since centuries ago when they

great-grandfather gave half of them as part of his daughter’s wedding gifts which had remained in Cheyenne’s

be sold

moved by Malaya

Malaya would auction off one of her those items every once in a while. Now,

them out and looked to her

our servants? Cheyenne, stop being unreasonable. Malaya has prepared a room for

servants, then investigate! Whether it’s irresponsibility or theft within the household, the police will

is an influential family. We can’t let the

antiques that my great-grandfather left for my mother and then passed down to me. If you’re afraid of disgracing our family, I’ll report it

report this because we didn’t take your things,” Nora exclaimed nervously, but her words only made

noticed the jade bracelet,

– rare jade with no flaws – but only one remained after Cheyenne accidentally

it locked away in a safe box but somehow Nora managed to get hold of

hand fixatedly, Nora attempted to hide

grabbed her wrist firmly. “This

then remembered – yes, this was

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