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?”

art studio.

“Hey…”

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

sunlight shone on his wine-red short hair, resembling a flickering red flame. Against his fair and gentle face, with delicate features, he appeared

passing female students seemed

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

over to pick it up. He

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

the girl dumbfounded as she stared at the boy in front of her,

“Tha-thank you.”

and took the book, and at

Oh my god!

incredibly handsome, even

It was simply unfair.

“You’re welcome.”

off his forehead. He put his hand in his pocket

girl with long hair holding the book still stood rooted to the spot, staring foolishly at the textbook in her hand.

helped her pick up the book

a death knell in the ears of the students. The boy who was using the restroom hastily pulled up his pants, and ran towards the

ran, he reminded his buddy, “Jerry, hurry up. It is Justine’s class today. If you’re late, you might end up

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, and once again

podium, a middle-aged female teacher dressed plainly, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, appeared stern and inflexible.

“underachiever” in the class, had ended up on Justine’s blacklist countless times.

if he was late

still no sign of Jerry. Several students

“Where’s Jerry?”