She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 683: The Oiran

How could it be that person she had seen before? Even if the oiran held a high status, she was still a courtesan, serving men. As for that woman Cheyenne thought about, she had no need to engage in such activities.

After coming back to her senses, Cheyenne smiled lightly at Yvonne, pulling her hat up and exhaling a breath of hot air.

"Alright, the oiran has gone far enough. Yvonne, let's go back to soak in the hot springs and get a good night's sleep."

"Yes, we still need to attend the state banquet tonight. Let's go."

After a short rest at the hotel, the morning passed by quickly. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the scheduled styling team arrived at the hotel.

This time, they represented Chulae and were invited to the state banquet in Jostrana. To be more specific, it was a form of diplomacy, not to be taken lightly. Cheyenne chose a black V-neck evening dress, with her wavy hair flowing down. The stylist braided one side of her long hair into a rose at the back of her head.

A handmade hairpin with a Jostrana charm was added, making her look as sweet as a fairy descending to earth. After all the grooming, it was already dusk. The car that came to pick them up was parked outside the main entrance.

"Okay."

Hearing the stylist's instruction, he snapped his fingers, waking Cheyenne from her half-sleep.

The young girl slowly lifted her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror with calm, dark eyes. With an expressionless face, she lightly pursed her red lips. "Thanks." She didn't utter a word of praise despite her own beauty, as if it was just an ordinary matter.

"Miss Lawrence, your face is truly a work of God, it's so perfect, with flawless fair skin! I love doing your makeup; you're my most perfect creation in my lifetime." Faced with his overwhelming compliments, Cheyenne responded with a faint "Oh" in a casual tone as she stood up from the chair and headed towards the door.

She casually picked up a black coat and wrapped herself in it. Her calm voice reached the stylist's ears.

"I don't think being beautiful serves much purpose in this world. It doesn't make the world fair to you just because you look beautiful."

Tsk tsk...

his head. "Miss Lawrence, what about those girls who desperately want plastic surgery

live their

sexy and sweet, seemed so cold and indifferent, her personality forming a complete contrast with

state banquet was chosen at the highest standard local hotel. The venue was

dressed security guards stood there with a majestic

been cleared, and the long red carpet stretched from the pedestrian walkway

this freezing winter season, amidst the ice and frost, the

luxury cars were parked along the road, easily recognizable as a luxury

Maserati cool sports car was seen driving towards the hotel, slowly parking at

window came down, revealing a figure clad in military

with perfect and distinct contours, prominent and fierce eyebrows,

that of a typical Jostrana man; his body

closely behind

man in a sapphire blue suit, donning

refreshin

hair, a

yellow shirt, adorned with a touch of ruby

at the chest.

the ruby brooch, shining magnificently on his face,

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don't step on

of gentle radiance, making the pair become the most beautiful scenery under the spotlight. Iker, on the other hand, silently pondered why he was a step behind, his outstretched hand awkwardly pausing in mid-air, a fleeting moment

carpet, their friendly and approachable demeanor evident as they spoke and laughed. "Grandpa, wait for

slightly