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.

room. Did you have to destroy

there are other rooms in the house, why did you choose my bedroom as her studio? You never even thought

spacious and bright and would be suitable for a studio. But I’ve already arranged another

exactly as it was before

she added, “And where are my

since centuries ago when they were prominent local

half of them as part of his daughter’s wedding gifts which had

item could be sold for an

antiques were naturally moved by Malaya into her

every once in

asked for them, she couldn’t take them out and looked to

knows if those things were broken or thrown by one of our servants? Cheyenne, stop being unreasonable. Malaya has prepared a room for you to

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

family 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

things,”

noticed the jade bracelet, which was Selah’s belonging, on Nora’s

bracelet was an exquisite piece – rare jade with no flaws – but only one remained after

away in a safe box but

Nora’s hand fixatedly, Nora attempted to hide

forward in her high heels and grabbed her wrist firmly. “This jade bracelet is

and then remembered

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