She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 681: Cheyenne is a Professor at Onistead University

The unremarkable elderly person in front of them turned out to be the national goddess, Yvonne! But just a moment ago, they had ignorantly insulted her, calling her a poor beggar. It was truly embarrassing How could Cheyenne, this conniving woman, be so lucky to always encounter influential people wherever she went?

Even now, Sean, refusing to give up, continued to speak without shedding a tear, "It's impossible! How could this old and ugly woman be Yvonne?"

"She must have hired an actress from some movie company, right? Your acting skills are pretty good. How much does Cheyenne pay you per day? I'll double it, just get lost!" He sneered while glaring at Cheyenne and Yvonne, as if he would not relent until he saw Cheyenne's downfall.

Cheyenne chuckled coldly, took a step forward with her long legs, and approached the four of them.

"You really don't give up easily. Let me tell you the truth. I'm here today as an interim professor of the History department."

As soon as her words fell, a chorus of gasps reverberated around her, and many eyes converged on her face, as if she had just uttered something outrageous.

Cheyenne would be a professor in the History department?

Don't be ridiculous! She merely graduated from a high school. What qualifications did she have to educate others? Was she not afraid of misleading others?

Before anyone could respond, Sean sarcastically and mockingly taunted her, "I think you've gone mad. Do you even know your own capabilities? If you're a history professor at Onistead University, then I must be the president!"

"Yeah, Onistead University is the top-ranked institution in the country. How could they possibly hire someone like you as a teacher? If that's the case, then Nora has no reason to study here either."

Malaya sided with her son Sean. Naturally, she didn't believe a word Cheyenne had said. Who could become a professor at Onistead University without being over thirty years old? Cheyenne was only twenty-two,

came from behind, sending shivers down everyone's

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around and saw a slightly

his early fifties, dressed in a black suit with a pure white shirt underneath. He had a standard crew cut, wore black-rimmed glasses, and exuded an elegant and refined demeanor. This person was Mr. Reynolds, the current president of Onistead University. He was also a former classmate of Yvonne and their relationship could be likened to the inseparable bond between Cheyenne and

classical patterns on Cheyenne's jade carving, as well as her expertise in appraising and evaluating antiques, all of which indicated a profound understanding of history. It was also approved unanimously

with Mr. Reynolds. Before coming here, she had conducted an online investigation about many aspects of Onistead

no longer daring to watch

smile, extending

in a soft voice,

"Hello, Mr. Reynolds."

to the young girl in front of him, and his eyes brightened. He pushed his black-rimmed glasses up his nose and let out a satisfied laugh. "Miss Lawrence, you're even more beautiful than I imagined. Your joining is greatly

Wha... What?

Cheyenne really an interim

his mouth was open. His face displayed a

How could Cheyenne be a teacher at

should just drop out. There's nothing special about this school,"

frost covered Nora's face. Cheyenne became a professor at Onistead University, while she remained an ordinary student. The stark contrast in their identities was deeply humiliating. But

into this school. If she willingly dropped out of

drop out just because of

contemplating this question, Cheyenne remained aloof and didn't even spare her a glance. She went straight to discussing her requirements