She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 175: She Is Coming

According to the rules, competitors are not allowed to enter after fifteen minutes have passed since the start of the competition.

While waiting for the start, Sean took out his phone and posted a message on the school forum.

“Someone’s too scared to show up? What a wimp!”

Although he didn’t name names, everyone knew he was referring to Cheyenne with whom he had a bad relationship.

“Nora, it looks like you’re going to win this one. When you do, you have to treat me to some barbecue!” He grinned as if he already knew how this competition would end.

Nora sat next to her teacher with a bright smile on her fair face. “You can’t say things like that. You know there are all sorts of surprises in this world. Maybe someone else will come along and surprise us.”

Her voice was soft but clear enough for a young man behind her to hear.

The young man was dressed in a crisp, white shirt with a stylish haircut of burgundy short hair. He had a high, straight nose, looking handsome and refined. He was gazing at Nora with an enraptured expression when he typed on his phone.

[I just discovered another amazing quality about my goddess – she’s so humble and adorable! Her profile is so beautiful!]

This competition was jointly organized by Chulae Art College and Chulae Government Arts Department – two of Chulae’s most prestigious art institutions – inviting several renowned artists and emerging painters as judges.

Layne served as Vice President of Chulae Calligraphy and Painting Association, Associate Professor at Akloit Humanities and Arts College, one of Chulae’s top ten contemporary painters in recent years; naturally making him one of its judges too.

In an effort to maintain fairness, the organizers, after understanding Layne’s relationship with Cheyenne and Nora, deliberately revoked his authority to make decisions regarding the two.

some secretly hoped she wouldn’t show up, as that would guarantee Nora’s victory. Unfortunately, they

illusion of a sports car in motion. However, it also brought

the vicinity covered their noses and took a couple of steps back, looking at the garbage truck in disdain. They couldn’t understand why the organizers had seemingly blocked their

truck’s door swung open. An old man with gray hair, dressed in a simple gray robe and wearing a pair of cloth shoes, jumped down from the car. He was agile and

truck, a pair of pink flip-flops appeared first in front of everyone’s eyes. Looking up, she

the girl had long straight legs, it couldn’t change that it was just

on top – white silk material that was so loose it didn’t have

long hair was simply tied behind her head and she wore a small yellow duck hat which inexplicably made her seem… fashionable. Maybe they really couldn’t understand trends like this but if someone

really ignorant after

up a scroll with one hand while using her other hand to

only see her delicate chin and those seductive lips full

from his pocket

on during entry into venue area, the staff were extremely respectful towards him, almost obsequious in

they had recovered from that shock wave, another even bigger shock wave

we’re entering now! Come

Cheyenne?

an icy demeanor who exuded mystery

figures disappeared, a fan excitedly took out his phone and quickly left

saw

[Where?]

[In the garbage truck!]

trash like her, this

not lying, guys, she really did

venue, she clocked