She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 402: Did Jerry Undergo Plastic Surgery?

As for the third condition, Cheyenne wasn’t being too excessive. She just wanted Nora to apologize to her. Unlike this dishonest mother-daughter duo, once the three conditions were met, Cheyenne would delete the video without delay.

Considering her own future, Nora had no choice but to lower her head and reluctantly offer an apology, filled with immense resentment as she left.

The smile on Cheyenne’s face gradually faded as she walked upstairs, lifting her feet with each step. As soon as she entered her room, she saw black ink on the carpet and bedsheets. Not only that, her entire wardrobe had been rummaged through. It was all splattered with black ink.

The maid was frightened, with sweat dripping down her forehead. “Miss… I’m sorry. I didn’t know those two would barge in.”

Tanner watched with anger, pounding his fist on the door so it made a loud sound. “Damn it! If only we hadn’t let them go so easily.”

“Forget it, just throw away these clothes.”

Cheyenne was exhausted now. She had no interest in dealing with these trivial matters anymore. She considered it as getting accidentally bitten by a mad dog. Meanwhile, on the other side…

George and his family stepped out of the villa’s gate. The mother and daughter glanced back at the villa. They had been so happy when they arrived, but now they were leaving in such a disheveled state. “Let’s go, Nora.”

Malaya’s hand barely touched Nora before the latter forcefully pushed her away, roaring with resentment in her voice. “Don’t touch me! If it wasn’t for you insisting on taking Cheyenne’s things, she wouldn’t have found out. Now I’m so embarrassed!”

Nora’s unfamiliar attitude sent a chill through Malaya’s heart. Wasn’t it all for her own good?

Those beautiful clothes, jewelry… she just felt that Cheyenne wasn’t worthy of them. Why didn’t Nora have them?

And now, her daughter was even blaming her for everything.

George wanted to reprimand both of them. But seeing Malaya cry and Nora’s cold demeanor as she walked away, he hesitated to speak.

“Where are you going?”

the art studio. Don’t bother

“Hey…”

all her fault. If she hadn’t been greedy and taken so many

a slender figure in white slowly walked out. The warm sunlight shone on his wine-red short hair, resembling a flickering red flame. Against his fair and gentle face, with delicate features, he appeared

and the passing female students seemed

ground, its pages rustling in the breeze. It happened to land at

down, bending over to pick it up. He extended his slender,

voice was clear and magnetic, “Here you go, miss.

stared at the boy in front of her, unable to

“Tha-thank you.”

her hand and took the book, and

Oh my god!

was he incredibly handsome, even

It was simply unfair.

“You’re welcome.”

a light smile, casually flicking his bangs off his forehead. He put his

hair holding the book still stood

pick up the book and even smiled

for class rang, sounding like a death knell in the ears of the students. The boy who was using the restroom hastily pulled

Justine’s class today.

from the cubicle. He casually flicked the cigarette butt into the toilet, flushed it, and then walked to the mirror. He admired his glorious good looks, happily washed his hands,

a middle-aged female teacher dressed plainly, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, appeared stern and inflexible. Justine was notorious for being

had ended up on Justine’s blacklist countless times. Every year, he would fail the

was the final exam, and if he was

drew near, there was still no sign of Jerry.

“Where’s Jerry?”