She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 679: You're Such a Follower

As soon as the young man finished speaking, his words were immediately countered by his friend. With sharp words and no mercy, his friend retorted, "Oh, please, is that someone you can even dream of reaching?"

"Yeah, you're right. Someone like me is better off being single," he replied with a smirk.

Just then, a family of four arrived at the entrance of Onistead University. A black luxury car slowly parked on the fiery Maple Avenue, and as the car doors opened, a pair of slender and elegant legs emerged. The captivating black stockings perfectly accentuated the black Martin boots, drawing attention.

Everyone's gaze moved upward to the girl's face, a delicate and fair complexion adorned with stylish and elegant makeup. She carried limited-edition Chanel handbags in her hands, clearly showcasing her status as a wealthy beauty.

She gazed at the renowned century-old institution before her with a pair of round eyes, a faint smile emerging on her pale face.

"Mom, this school is really amazing. Is my sister really going to pursue her master's degree here?" The young boy who spoke appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. His voice was clear and lazy. Dressed in a white V-neck sweater, paired with a black coat and off-white trousers, he had a tall figure and a clean demeanor. He was Sean.

Malaya, carrying a pink suitcase, walked behind the two of them. Pride shone in her eyes as she looked at the backs of her son and the beautiful girl.

Although Nora hadn't been able to study abroad successfully, she had still managed to gain admission to Chulae's best school, surpassing the achievements of most ordinary people.

While Sean's grades were not exceptionally outstanding, it didn't stop Malaya from considering her son handsome, different from average men.

a crowd gathering ahead. Sean was the first to notice the scene and exclaimed, pointing ahead, "Sis, look! Is

large group of people surrounding something up ahead. "There must be some important figure here. Let's go and take

a familiar figure among

into the crowd and, upon seeing the young girl standing there in front of her, nearly fainted on

It really was her!

and over a month ago, Cheyenne had disappeared in the midst of the fire. There had been no news about her, and everyone assumed she was dead. They

glint of malice flashing in her eyes. Cheyenne! Why is it her again? She was

had already taken a big stride forward, forcefully pushing through

words, he pointed at her with a stern voice, "Why is it you again? Did you come specifically because you heard that my sister got accepted into the graduate program at Onistead University? You really are a follower." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

clothes Cheyenne was wearing. After a pause of nearly three seconds, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching

"Hahaha..."

garbage dump? It's truly embarrassing. Elite institutions like Onistead

was George who had arrived with his family. She looked

mockery didn't affect her in the slightest, and she coldly snorted, "What's it to you? What

her green coat, attempting to fend off the cold wind, which only made

surprised to see her, but quickly regained her composure. She wore a fake smile on her fair and elegant

father were and I are really worried about you. We thought

seemingly concerned. If one didn't know any better, they would think she was genuinely happy for Cheyenne. But Cheyenne didn't miss the fleeting

authority, glaring at the indifferent young girl with a sniffle, his tone filled with reprimand. "Malaya is right. Since you're alive,