She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 622: Bianca

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"Alright, three seconds are up. You've seen enough, I'm taking it back." Freddie actually hadn't seen enough yet. He wanted to know how the transitions were handled, but Cheyenne took it back before he could see clearly. It left him feeling somewhat anxious.

Reluctantly, Freddie mustered up the courage and leaned towards Cheyenne, begging, "Cheyenne, please sell me this jade pendant. Consider it a favor for me."

"You know, that jade figurine was gone because you didn't sell it to me. Such a pity."

Cheyenne avoided his attempt to pull her closer. She turned her body and tucked the jade pendant into her embrace, as if afraid of being robbed. She pouted her rosy lips. "No, old man, why don't you just carve one yourself? I spent two days on this pendant," she replied. "I won't sell it."

"What about 300 million?" Freddie immediately offered a price of 300 million. If it were an ordinary person, they would have succumbed to the temptation and agreed.

However, Cheyenne's willpower was unusually strong. She looked at him with her dark and bright eyes and shook her head.

"No, I won't sell it."

Deep down, she felt that the jade pendant was somehow important to her. Though she couldn't put it into words exactly how or why.

"Hey, you mischievous girl. Why do you flaunt something you won't sell in front of me? You know I cherish treasures like my life. It'll make me uncomfortable for days to come."

a whole week. This time, he estimated it would take at least half a month to recover from the regret of missing out on

and quietly, her captivating smile contrasting beautifully with her round eyes. She lowered her head to look at the jade pendant in her hands. In her eyes, a green dot appeared

began. Cheyenne, accompanied by the three members of Wind Hall, miraculously secured front-row seats thanks to the care of Master Freddie. As soon as she sat down, she noticed that the President, Mr. Abel Harrison, was sitting

wore a well-fitted black suit and held a cane, emanating a domineering aura. Under the dim lights, his

sat a middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance. She looked to be around forty-six or forty-seven, with a slightly plump figure and fair skin.

expression. However, when she saw Yvonne,

content of her words, however,

long time no see. I didn't expect to see you

Yvonne's

in. I heard you're so broke

own good, at this age, find a man with a retirement savings and settle down for the second half of your life. Otherwise, when you die without children, no one will hold a funeral for

a change in Yvonne's expression. Her face turned pale and red, and she clenched her fists without answering. On the other

you are, a woman like you who can't hold

at his wife. He warned her, "As the First Lady,

taken aback

the chubby woman with hint

that gave her a touch of elegance, like a member of high society. However, as soon as she

a "dignified, virtuous gentle and generous"

president's wife. Standing at the top of the pyramid since birth, it was no

husband defending Yvonne and felt a wave of shock and anger. Coldly, she muttered to herself, "He's still

the chief diplomatic translator, she was always by Abel's side. They traveled together domestically and internationally, and their relationship seemed deeper than that of a boss and a subordinate. Bianca even suspected they

happened to witness them embracing each other. Enraged Bianca

However, Abel explain what

had only been helping her because she