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.

Nora’s victory. Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Just as the competition was about to announce the closure of the

lightning speed, kicking up dust and creating the illusion of a sports car in

at the garbage truck in disdain. They couldn’t

gray robe and wearing a pair of cloth shoes, jumped down from the car.

side of the truck, a pair of pink flip-flops appeared first in front of everyone’s eyes.

change that it was just an

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

wore a small yellow duck hat which inexplicably made her seem… fashionable. Maybe they really couldn’t understand trends like this but if someone could afford to wear real silk pajamas like

really ignorant

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

delicate chin and

recover from the shock, they watched as that ordinary-looking old man pulled out his badge from his pocket and hung it around his neck. It symbolized his identity as one of the judges for this

during entry into venue area, the staff

recovered from that

entering now! Come

Cheyenne?

demeanor who

took out his

I saw Cheyenne! She’s

[Where?]

[In the garbage truck!]

a trash like her, this joke is

she really did come

clocked in at the last