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.

Did you have to destroy Nora’s painting? We have other rooms in the

studio? You never even thought about leaving me any space,” Cheyenne said sharply, making all three of

that your room is more spacious and bright and would

want this one back exactly as it

at the things in her own room, she added, “And where are my little trinkets

down through generations of the Edwards family since centuries ago when they were prominent local merchants with abundant

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

could be sold for an exorbitant

moved by

off one of her those items every once in a while. Now, her purse was stuffed to the brim with money from

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

broken or thrown by one of our servants? Cheyenne, stop being unreasonable. Malaya has prepared a room for

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

back at her statement. “Nonsense! The Lawrence family is an influential family. We can’t let the police come in here and make us look

passed down to me. If you’re afraid of disgracing our family, I’ll report

we didn’t take your things,” Nora exclaimed nervously, but

noticed the jade bracelet,

no flaws – but only

kept it locked away in a safe box but somehow

to hide

grabbed her wrist

at it and then remembered –

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