She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 316: How to Reject Cheyenne

The magnificent hall was adorned with expensive and exquisite antiques and artworks. In the center of the wall, there hung a round oil painting. At first glance, the intense and burning flames depicted in the painting showed images of pain, suffering, and a hundred forms of cruelty and torture. The hellfire, bathed in the hazy lighting, felt like it was right in front of you, sending chills down your spine.

This painting, titled “HELL,” was the centerpiece of the Vintage Club, created by the world-renowned artist Gracie. Legend had it that after completing this painting, Gracie ceased to paint. It became her last work, and there had been no news of her for the last five years.

Some said that after finishing “HELL,” Gracie took her own life by ingesting poison. Others believed that she revealed the secrets of the underworld and had her soul taken by the King of Hell, turning her into a regular human incapable of creating good art.

Gracie was a mysterious and talented woman, a legendary figure. Her early works featured bright and lively natural landscapes, somewhat resembling the Impressionist style of Monet. However, her later style underwent a radical transformation, portraying a dark, bloody, lonely, and helpless world that felt like a completely different reality. This sharp and exaggerated surreal style won her recognition from many. Gracie’s reputation skyrocketed, even internationally, thanks to “HELL,” and the painting was sold for a staggering one billion US dollars. The fact that the Vintage Club could afford this painting indicated their enormous wealth.

Speaking of the Vintage Club, Cheyenne’s eyes had a hint of curiosity. She had once investigated the people behind this hotel, but her research was halted midway. The listed legal representative appeared to be an ordinary blue-collar worker, which was simply impossible. The real owner of the Vintage Club was so powerful that even she couldn’t identify them.

As Dominic led Jerry into the club, Jerry appeared like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world before. He clutched his backpack to his chest and glanced around, adjusting his glasses on his nose. He looked like someone who had never experienced the world.

“Cheyenne, he’s here,” Dominic announced.

“Great, bring him in,” Cheyenne replied.

With a melodious voice, the woman who had been standing with her back to them turned around.

was dressed in a light pink chiffon dress with lotus patterns embroidered on the chest. Her seaweed-like wavy hair hung down behind her, secured by a pearl tassel hairpin. Her delicate little face, lightly adorned with makeup, was utterly

go into the private room first,” Cheyenne

and took the lead into the private room, her

decorated. On the table sat a beautifully carved incense burner, from which rose fragrant bluish smoke. The thick aroma of rosewood bead filled

Jerry sat down, he couldn’t help but salivate as his eyes locked on

sushi toward him. She smiled warmly, and

extended his hand to grab the food, he suddenly stopped in mid-air, casting a cautious gaze at Cheyenne. He squinted

What if he eats first, and then Cheyenne assigns him

rested her chin on her hand,

I don’t have any tasks for you today. I’m just treating you to a meal to express

hard to believe and

The taste was good.

pair it with a

suddenly being so

they supposed to be seafood noodles? Why were there green chives buried at the bottom of the

Look at how pale

she’s a medical student, she definitely knows more

bites, Cheyenne handed

eat too quickly. Have

“Thank you.”