She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: The Man Selling a Fake Book Was Her Grandfather

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely awkward. The tension dropped to freezing point while tears welled up in Nora's eyes.

"If you don't want me to go, then I won't! Who cares? You're so arrogant just because you have a good grandfather!"

After speaking, she lifted her skirt and headed upstairs. Cheyenne heard what she said and smiled at Zack, "Zack, what does Nora mean? Is she criticizing you for being a rural farmer?"

Malaya and Emmanuel's faces turned purple for a moment, while Zack was shaking with anger.

He stood up with his cane and said, "Alright, as a country bumpkin like me, it's not appropriate to sit here. Emmanuel, let's go!"

Emmanuel hesitated for a moment. He wanted to get to know Cheyenne better.

Unfortunately, his grandfather was already urging him on.

"Yes."

"Miss Lawrence, since you're going to the Todd's today, we'll make plans another day," he said gently as he helped Zack up from his chair in preparation to leave.

Cheyenne smiled coyly while crossing her arms looking at the two of them. "I won't have free time for you!"

Emmanuel couldn't keep the smile on his handsome face any longer; he prided himself on maintaining gentlemanly behavior from the moment he entered until now without any missteps. However, Cheyenne was impolite and unfriendly to him. Yet he couldn't get angry watching her stunning face.

"Miss Lawrence, you must be joking. We'll talk more later. I'm always available to meet with you," he said as he helped Zack out of the Lawrence Villa.

Malaya glared at Nora, signaling for her to apologize. Nora was very concerned about saving face and even if she knew she was wrong, she couldn't apologize in front of Cheyenne.

"I'm not going," Nora stubbornly replied.

What started off as a pleasant meeting ended up ending on a sour note. Malaya felt stuck in the middle and it wasn't easy for her.

Finally, they were able to get rid of the group of people and Cheyenne and her grandfather exchanged a glance before saying their goodbyes. She got into her luxury car and took on the responsibility of driving while Layne sat in the passenger seat with his eyes half-closed, looking slightly annoyed.

"I had no idea you've been through so much these past few years. Your stepmother is such a hypocrite," Layne commented.

"I figured that out when I was a teenager," Cheyenne replied nonchalantly.

"Really? When was that?" Layne couldn't help but think back to when she was just fourteen years old with an attitude that showed no fear or hesitation whatsoever.

Layne chuckled and asked, "So you you've pretended as a rebellious girl since you were fourteen?"

It wasn't until eighth grade that Cheyenne first met Layne.

At that time, he had just returned from abroad. Due to being engaged in research work for more than ten years, he had become unkempt.

Wearing a dirty black coat, with greasy gray hair sticking to his face, his beard has grown long enough to braid.

In the midst of winter, he was wearing a pair of sandals.

He bought cotton candy at the school gate and looked at her with a lewd smile.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a good person.

Cheyenne walked around him, but who knew that the "weird old man" would block her way.