She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 54: The Man Selling a Fake Book Was Her Grandfather

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely awkward. The tension dropped to freezing point while tears welled up in Nora’s eyes.

“If you don’t want me to go, then I won’t! Who cares? You’re so arrogant just because you have a good grandfather!”

After speaking, she lifted her skirt and headed upstairs. Cheyenne heard what she said and smiled at Zack, “Zack, what does Nora mean? Is she criticizing you for being a rural farmer?”

Malaya and Emmanuel’s faces turned purple for a moment, while Zack was shaking with anger.

He stood up with his cane and said, “Alright, as a country bumpkin like me, it’s not appropriate to sit here. Emmanuel, let’s go!”

Emmanuel hesitated for a moment. He wanted to get to know Cheyenne better.

Unfortunately, his grandfather was already urging him on.

“Yes.”

“Miss Lawrence, since you’re going to the Todd’s today, we’ll make plans another day,” he said gently as he helped Zack up from his chair in preparation to leave.

Cheyenne smiled coyly while crossing her arms looking at the two of them. “I won’t have free time for you!”

Emmanuel couldn’t keep the smile on his handsome face any longer; he prided himself on maintaining gentlemanly behavior from the moment he entered until now without any missteps However, Cheyenne was impolite and unfriendly to him. Yet he couldn’t get angry watching her stunning face.

“Miss Lawrence, you must be joking. We’ll talk more later. I’m always available to meet with you,” he said as he helped Zack out of the Lawrence Villa.

Nora, signaling for her to apologize. Nora was very concerned about saving face and even if she knew she was

not going,”

ended up ending on a sour note. Malaya felt stuck in the middle and

rid of the group of people and Cheyenne and her grandfather exchanged a glance before saying their goodbyes. She got into her luxury car and took on the responsibility of driving while Layne sat in the passenger seat with his eyes

been through so much these past few years. Your stepmother

when I

was just fourteen years old with an

rebellious girl since you were fourteen?” It wasn’t until eighth grade that Cheyenne first

Due to being engaged in research work for

sticking to

he was wearing

the school gate and looked at her with a lewd

how you look at it,

who knew that the “weird old man”

smiling face, he handed her the cotton candy and said, “Your name is Cheyenne, right? You are

and your mom are like carved from

curly hair and a small dress that looks mature in style, she was wearing three-centimeter high heels. Malaya dressed her like that

tacky and nouveau-riche style of dressing, but because she had fair and beautiful skin,

girl looked wary. “Don’t think that just because you know my name, you can pretend to know me.

took a step

scared of him, so he quickly scratched his beard to the sides, revealing a kind

be afraid, little Cheyenne. I’m your grandfather. Your mother

a

young girl’s eyes showed a

cotton candy and then rummaged through his bag. After searching for a bit, he pulled out a hardcover book and presented it to her