She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 682: You can Drop Out

Based on Nora's appearance and talent, Malaya believed that Nora could definitely find an excellent marriage prospect. It wouldn't be worth it to give up her studies just because of Cheyenne.

"Mom, I've made up my mind. I absolutely refuse to admit Cheyenne as my teacher!" Nora declared with an arrogant tilt of her chin, her cold and resentful gaze locked onto the figure gradually moving away. 'Cheyenne, just you wait. I won't let you outshine me!'

Five days later, in Jostrana.

Just after a heavy snowfall, the trees on the streets were covered in a layer of silver snowflakes, creating a picturesque scene resembling an ice and snow kingdom, pure and clean.

Most of the houses on the main street were wooden structures. The roofs had a sloping curve, allowing rainwater to drain off easily during the summer. But for now, the houses were also covered in a layer of white snow, and faint white smoke drifted out of the chimney.

The world was quiet.

Suddenly, in the midst of this silence, came a burst of elegant and melodic music. The people on the street dropped what they were doing and gathered on the main street.

This scene surprised Cheyenne, who was new to the area. She turned her head and looked outside the café, where she saw a procession slowly making its way through the snowy landscape, with a grand display.

She bit into a fish ball and her cheeks puffed out into a round curve, contrasting with her delicate and beautiful face, adding a touch of cuteness.

"Eat slowly, it's nothing special, just a procession of the Oiran," Yvonne said, worried that she might choke on the food. She quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Cheyenne, cautioning her. "What is it?" Cheyenne asked, swallowing the fish ball whole.

with those beautiful eyes. Anyone would have a hard time resisting her. "Alright, let's go have a look. Put on your coat, it's cold outside,"

"Okay."

a faint murmur of discussion around them. Two

it's actually an Oiran parade. I wonder if some big shot

heard that the chairman of the Snowflake Group is coming, so the Oiran are

the Oiran is

an Oiran procession was when I

absently rubbed her palm with her right hand that covered the back of her

approaching procession, although it was only a distance of less than twenty meters, Cheyenne felt that the Oiran had taken almost

serious expression, Yvonne quietly explained the

courtesans, and Jostrana has preserved many traditional customs,

when important figures come, do the Oiran go out to welcome them, and they will meet the distinguished

procession were around thirty years old, dressed in black-based white-patterned Jostrana

two processional poles with lanterns hanging on them, with the Oiran's name

red dresses. They appeared

In their hands, they held the oiran's personal belongings, such

the center, walking with

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was covered in a layer of white foundation, as pale as wallpaper. The rouge

butterfly-shaped lips, which were unusually

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