She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 288: Miss Lawrence Living in a Fantasy

What a pity! What a pity! He had neglected his daughter in the past, and now he doubted she would acknowledge him as her father. It had been a month since he moved out, and they hadn’t spoken to each other. George had some grievances against Cheyenne for that.

After all, he was her elder, and if she had come to him with an apology or just a simple phone call to greet him, he would have pretended like nothing happened.

But Cheyenne was even more composed, seemingly untouched by it all. Malaya and Nora sat there, silently contemplating the newspaper before them, each with their own thoughts.

The matter had become so widely known that even Principal Shepard couldn’t pretend it didn’t exist. Akloit College’s official Twitter account published his 3, 000-word apology letter, along with an explanation for his earlier words, stating that it was out of a deep love for talent.

Cheyenne was a promising student, but she didn’t like being confined by conventional rules. He believed in “teaching according to the student’s ability” to retain talented individuals.

His words of clarification were generally well-received by netizens, although some couldn’t help but express bitterness about it not being fair.

However, most netizens were impressed by Cheyenne’s achievements. They pointed out that if you could achieve any one of Miss Lawrence’s accomplishments, Principal Shepard would also make exceptions for you.

If you couldn’t match that, you had no right to complain about fairness. In this world, there was no absolute fairness. Some people had a photographic memory, while others couldn’t remember after reading a thousand times. Was that fair?

The only thing we could do was to strive for fairness in this inherently unfair world. You couldn’t choose your birth, but you could choose the path you’d take in the future.

online commotion she had stirred up. She was wearing a cute ginger-yellow doll dress and sitting on

squatted at the entrance, hesitating to step inside. They could only watch as Cheyenne opened the door but dared not enter. They gazed at her, sitting on the sofa, savoring ice-cold watermelon while the air-conditioning was running inside the house, and they wished they could stick their faces inside to escape the heat. Omari, dressed in a white pinstriped shirt and dark blue suit pants, was tall and handsome, with charming eyes that

fridge, and his voice was as clear as a brook under the moonlight. “Would you like some?

the watermelon in Omari’s hands. Several people clearly swallowed,

you, Mr. Lara, but we’d like to… go inside and interview

grandfather had finally recovered the burned herbs. The two of them discussed their plans for the evening while enjoying their watermelon. The faint sound of

watermelon, weighing nearly seven to eight pounds, effortlessly held in one hand. He

you can come

you, Mr.

hair damp with

Disheveled.

bright and pure eyes were like a small deer in the woods, free of any impurities, innocently thinking that this man

identified emitted a chilling voice just as

in his tone, it was clear that

in. According to Article 245 of our current ‘Criminal Law,’ unlawful intrusion into a residence carries a punishment

beneath the golden-rimmed glasses, his charming eyes shone brightly. No matter how you looked at him,

good-looking and seemingly pure-hearted man who was now using the gentlest tone

what to do, her plump eyes fixed on him,

you just say I could go inside to interview

in for