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..."

place where he touched her felt dirty, and she

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

was no sound. The man was thrown out of

Everyone was shocked.

to the president, who picked up a teapot and calmly poured himself a

sound of pouring

snapped

quick, but no need to

"Mhm."

exuding an inexplicable

With warmth and kindness, he

"Sure."

saying that, the President of the country himself poured tea and water for Cheyenne. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website

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

only Cheyenne could be as foolish and clueless as

worse, always carefully serving him, afraid of displeasing her

strict with himself, not allowing

had everything been turned upside down completely once it came

a mysterious customer. He offered 60 million

who had also intended to bid, recognized the style of the paintings as resembling those of Old Mr. Edwards. He guessed that they were created by Cheyenne. However, before he

scolls fetched a staggering price of 60

sold for a

thousand to several hundred

at most, and

the praise of Master Freddie, had inflated

He spent three million on a piece of oil painting. When he examined the artwork closely, he noticed that the signature contained characters: "CL". The calligraphy seemed oddly familiar. Emily squinted her beautiful eyes and tried.

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