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..."

she had swallowed a fly. The place where he touched her

still smug about his little trick, two strong security guards suddenly approached the scene. Without hesitation, they grabbed

there was no

Everyone was shocked.

a teapot and calmly poured himself a glass

sound of pouring

crowd snapped back to

but no need to dirty your

"Mhm."

an inexplicable vibe of coolness and

warmth and kindness, he asked, "Would you like a cup

"Sure."

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he ever pour her a cup of water? Indeed, Selah's

could be as foolish and clueless

serving him, afraid of displeasing her

so strict with himself,

it came to Cheyenne?

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

recognized the style of the paintings as resembling those of Old Mr. Edwards. He guessed that they were created by Cheyenne. However, before he could even make a bid, someone else snatched them away. He

work. The fact that this set of scolls fetched a staggering price of 60

artworks sold

thousand to several hundred

most, and

on the praise of Master Freddie, had inflated the price to astronomical heights. They concluded that the buyer must be either a fool or

three million on a piece of oil painting. When he examined the artwork closely, he noticed that