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.

her to apologize. Nora was very concerned about saving face and even if she knew she was wrong, she couldn’t apologize in front

not going,” Nora

ending on a sour note. Malaya felt stuck in the middle and it wasn’t easy

were able to get 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 half-closed, looking

you’ve been through so much these past

out when I was

was that?” Layne couldn’t help but think back to when she was just fourteen years old with an attitude that showed no

chuckled and asked, “So you you’ve pretended as a rebellious girl since you were fourteen?” It wasn’t until eighth grade that

engaged in

coat, with greasy gray hair sticking to his face, his

midst of winter, he

bought cotton candy at the school gate and looked at her

you look at it, he

walked around him, but who knew that the “weird

face, he handed her the cotton candy and said, “Your name is Cheyenne,

and your mom are like carved from

old. With curly hair and a small dress that looks mature in style,

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

you

instinctively took a step

him, so he quickly scratched his

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

a chatterbox,” she

girl’s

a bit, he pulled out a hardcover book and presented