Became A Queen After divorce

The man walked up to her and stood still.

Looking down at her, he calmly raised her hand and slowly opened her fist.

He placed the car keys in her palm. A chilling voice rang in her ear, “You can’t even drive a car properly, why do you think Iker would marry you?”

“And besides, the Todd family is too complicated for someone like you to climb up and take advantage of.”

His words sounded like he was advising her not to have unrealistic expectations of pursuing Iker.

But Cheyenne found it all confusing. When did she ever want Iker to marry her? She wasn’t delusional.

If she wanted to get married, plenty of men waiting in line for her. Kelvin thought she was the type who could only use her body to climb up the social ladder.

“Mr. Foley is so kind,” Cheyenne sneered. “Instead of wasting time talking to me about this, why don’t you go check on your childhood sweetheart Miss Berry’s health?”

As she walked past him, Cheyenne deliberately bumped into his shoulder. “Get out of my way!”

She walked towards the luxury car ahead without looking back or stopping once – resolute and determined.

“You! You really don’t know what’s good for you!” Kelvin gritted his teeth with anger as a cold light flashed across his eyes.

Just from last time when he got bitten by a snake showed that being with Iker would only bring trouble upon herself – even death!

Cheyenne being with Iker would only lead them both down a dangerous path.

He would rather Cheyenne choose Omari, even though Omari was the illegitimate son of the Lara family and had a lower status. But that guy had made a name for himself with his own abilities and had limitless potential in the future.

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Kelvin felt like he must be crazy for considering Cheyenne’s future.

“I must be insane!” He muttered to himself and stood there for a while.

On the other hand, Cheyenne was driving her luxury car on the road at high speed with a bad mood. She didn’t even know how many red lights she ran through as she weaved through the city at breakneck speed.

When she returned to the Lawrence Villa, she saw her stepmother and step-siblings sitting on the sofa looking very happy.

Malaya was embroidering cross-stitching while Nora sat at a table sorting out her paintings.

Sean was lazy as usual; don’t expect him to do anything productive. The boy put his feet up on the coffee table, holding half of a watermelon in one hand and eating it with a spoon while watching TV dramas occasionally turning back to chat with Nora.

“Sis, your painting is getting better and better! In my opinion, you’ll definitely win first place in this competition.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

With less than ten days left until competition day, Cheyenne had been leaving early and coming home late every day, hardly ever seen at home.

Not to mention seeing her sitting quietly to paint..

Upon hearing Sean’s praise, Nora smiled slightly with a hint of pride. “Do you understand? Just say I’m definitely going to win the championship.”

When it comes to painting, Sean really thinks his sister is excellent, so he stepped on Cheyenne and praised Nora. “I don’t know about others, but that good-for-nothing Cheyenne definitely can’t compare to you.”

“Look at her, she hasn’t even painted once.”

“If you ask me, she might as well not participate at all so as not to embarrass our parents.”

As soon as the boy finished speaking, a cold laugh came from the door. “It doesn’t seem very nice to talk behind someone’s back like that, little brother.”

The three turned their heads towards the sound and saw a black figure standing at the door.

Cheyenne was wearing a black maid outfit and looked like she had walked out of a comic book.

Why was she dressed like this?

This forced Nora to consider other possibilities and give Malaya a hinting glance.

“Cheyenne, you’re back. Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to ask the kitchen staff to heat something up?”

Cheyenne ignored Malaya’s kindness and went upstairs with her handbag. “No need, thanks,” she said coldly.

Just minutes after Cheyenne went upstairs, George also returned home, looking disheveled.

“Honey, you’re back,” Malaya quickly put down her cross-stitch and went to greet him, gently helping him take off his suit jacket and hanging it on the nearby coat rack.

“Dad, you’re back,” Sean jolted upright and straightened his posture.

George gave him a brief glance. “Hmm.”

Meanwhile, Nora brought her painting over to show her father, her voice tinged with pride. “Dad, look at my painting. My teacher said I’ll definitely win a prize next month at the competition.”

With a talented and hardworking daughter like Nora, George felt proud as well. He tenderly ran his hand through Nora’s long hair. “Good job! “You’re talented and hardworking. Whatever you need, just let me know, and I’ll get it for you,” George said.

Upon hearing this, Nora’s mind immediately began to calculate. She playfully scooted closer to George.

“Dad, well… actually, I just want to continue improving myself by expanding my horizons and aesthetics. There’s an art exhibition this weekend, and I thought it would be a great opportunity.”

As she spoke, she paused.

George understood right away, “Go on, what do you need me to do?”

It was quite a coincidence that the organizer of the art exhibition happened to be the Chulae Calligraphy and Painting Association. Even more intriguing was the fact that the president of the association was an acquaintance of Layne’s.

Layne’s artwork was also among those being displayed. As an honored guest, he had the privilege of not needing to purchase a ticket to enter. Additionally, he could bring along family members.

Such internationally-themed art exhibitions often required tickets costing thousands of dollars. Besides, they were inaccessible to the general public. Only artists who were accomplished in the field of calligraphy and painting were granted access.

Layne’s grandfather had been working tirelessly these past few days, all for the sake of this event!

After hearing Nora’s answer, George became hesitant. His relationship with Layne was rather awkward, and they had minimal contact over the years. Now, how could he ask Layne all of a sudden to take Nora with himself?

Malaya also sensed his reluctance and spoke up for their daughter.

“Honey, this is a once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity. Let Nora attend it. Besides, your father-in-law will surely be bringing Cheyenne along.”

“Whether he brings one or two, it’s the same either way. It’s better to have your father-in-law lend a hand and take Nora with him.”

As Malaya finished speaking, George found her reasoning quite sound. He nodded in agreement, giving his approval.

“If you personally request it, it’s definitely doable.”

Layne, seeing Cheyenne’s involvement, wouldn’t refuse for sure.