She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 619: Finding a Way

Benson indulgently and tenderly smiled at her, while tidying up the things on the table, preparing to serve the meal. Meanwhile, Cheyenne rose and walked slowly towards the sink.

His gaze casually glanced at the half-finished pattern, vaguely making out a lotus flower. The drawing was exquisite and lifelike.

"Cheyenne, you're really talented. But... why do you work so hard to draw so much?" She used to dabble in drawing when she was in the mood, but definitely not the "prolific" type. It was an accomplishment to produce one painting in a year.

As Cheyenne stood at the sink, carefully washing her hands, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her bright red lips and dazzling appearance catching her own eye.

She couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Hmm? I want to improve Wind Hall's financial situation. I checked their account balance and it's less than three hundred thousand."

"When I visited Yvonne's room, I found that she only has four sets of clothes in her wardrobe, rotating them through the four seasons."

"Jay told me that Yvonne has been using her own money to pay everyone's salaries. But she's limited by her abilities. You've also seen how many parasites are in Wind Hall."

So her first task was to clean out the parasites; the second was to raise funds and truly develop the talent within Wind Hall. Talent is the theme of development. Therefore, as educational funds, she didn't want to make things difficult for Yvonne anymore, so she decided to work a bit harder and take these paintings to auction.

Benson let out a soft, melancholy sigh, took out a card from his pocket, and walked up behind Cheyenne.

Looking at her weary face in the mirror after a whole day's work, he felt a pang of heartache.

"Cheyenne, why didn't you tell me you needed money? I have some savings... they're the awards I won a few years ago, and the profits from my personal concerts. If it comes to it, selling a couple of antiques from Wind Hall is better than you working so hard."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheyenne rejected his proposal. She turned off the tap, grabbed the towel hanging on the wall, wiped her hands, and turned around. With a determined look in her eyes, she said, "No, I can't take your hard-earned money, Benson."

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at the note on top, his expression darkened. He hurriedly placed the card on

Cheyenne, there's no need for such formality between us. I have some urgent matters to attend to now, so be sure to eat

"Okay, you take care."

he took a step forward, gently tucking the messy strands

he turned and

the card he left on the table, Cheyenne suddenly had an

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was filled with stirring piano music, and the bright crystal chandeliers reflected dazzling, disorienting lights. Waiters in black and white tailcoats were solemnly pouring wine for

restaurant manager stood by obsequiously, nodding and bowing with a smile

would you care to try this medium-bodied Bordeaux wine? Aged for thirty years, it boasts a rich and mellow flavor. Paired with fresh French caviar, light cheese,

"Alright."

dot tie and a matching plush collar, exuded a gentle and refined aura, with eyes that could charm anyone. After listening to the waiter's introduction, he

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if there's anything Master Sam needs,

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"Alright."

the manager had left, a shapely, long-legged beauty finally relaxed her frown and picked up her knife

cutlery manners were flawless, clearly the habits

eyes that seemed to spark, smiled, and gently remarked, "He made a slight mistake. The glissando part isn't very smooth, perhaps due