She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 625: I Don't Want a Wife Anymore

They were peacefully enjoying the beautiful women, without any sense of awkwardness. However, tears still hung on Jay's eyelashes. He smacked his lips twice and suddenly said, "I also think the third sister is pretty."

Being young, Jay simply expressed his emotions without a care. His clear words triggered laughter from the people around, and someone even playfully rubbed his bald head.

"Although he's young, his taste is not bad at all. Do you like her? How about making her your wife?"

Jay wiped away his tears, hugged his bald head with both hands to prevent further touching, and muttered in response, "What's a wife?"

"It's someone who will play with you and sleep together..."

"Can she help me with my homework?"

The man laughed, his words carrying an underlying meaning that made Cheyenne uncomfortable.

"She won't help you with your homework. Instead, she'll make sure you hand in your assignments every night!"

Upon hearing that he would have to hand in assignments every night, Jay forgot to continue crying and shook his small head in fear.

"In that case, I don't want a wife anymore."

Among the people present, many were adults, and naturally, Cheyenne understood the implications. With familiarity, she picked up a silver needle between her fingertips. Swiftly reaching out, the tip of the silver needle pressed against the man's throat. With a cold and lazy gaze, she spoke in a chilling voice, "Is vulgarity amusing to you?"

"You can be vulgar yourself, but don't do it in front of children. It's embarrassing!"

The man, oblivious to the danger, reached out his hand and touched her hand back. With an suggestive look, he said, "So spicy? I like it..."

The place where he touched her felt dirty, and she quickly withdrew her hand, wiping it disgustingly on her

still smug about his little trick, two strong security guards suddenly approached the scene. Without hesitation, they grabbed a cloth from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, twisting his hands behind his back and dragging him away

was no sound. The man was

Everyone was shocked.

who picked up a teapot and calmly

sound of pouring water

snapped back

quick, but no need to dirty

"Mhm."

exuding an inexplicable

grew wider. With warmth and kindness, he asked, "Would you like a cup

"Sure."

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he ever pour her a cup

foolish and clueless as her

serving him, afraid of displeasing her adopted

strict with himself, not

completely once it

a mysterious customer. He offered 60 million and bought the set

resembling those of Old Mr. Edwards. He guessed that

were unaware that the paintings were Cheyenne's work. The fact that this set of scolls fetched

artworks sold

thousand to several hundred

at most, and

praise of Master Freddie, had inflated the price to astronomical heights. They concluded that the

examined the artwork closely, he noticed that the signature contained characters: "CL". The