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.

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

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

of his lips and glanced at the people. He took a large watermelon from the fridge, and his voice was as clear as a brook under the moonlight. “Would you like some? It’s scorching hot today, taking a

the watermelon in Omari’s hands. Several people clearly swallowed, and others turned their

“Thank you, Mr. Lara, but we’d like to… go inside

and her grandfather had finally recovered the burned herbs. The two of them discussed

with the large watermelon, weighing nearly seven to eight pounds, effortlessly held in one hand. He turned sideways and

you can

you,

her raven-black shoulder-length hair damp with sweat, sticking to her fair cheeks

Disheveled.

woods, free of any impurities, innocently thinking that this man was being sincere. She even praised Omari for being really handsome and

a chilling voice just as she was about to

upward inflection in his tone, it was clear

245 of our current ‘Criminal Law,’ unlawful intrusion into a residence carries a punishment of up to

front of her had a gentle smile, his white shirt complementing his fair face, and beneath the golden-rimmed glasses, his charming eyes shone brightly. No matter how you looked at him, he didn’t seem like a

this good-looking and seemingly pure-hearted man who was now

do, her plump eyes fixed on him, and her

just say I could go

owner of this house, and Cheyenne hasn’t agreed to let you in