She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Five Cents Left to Buy You Some Candy

Yvonne found Cheyenne's surprised face extremely cute, and being childless herself, she instinctively regarded Cheyenne as her own child. Her gaze towards Cheyenne now held more affection and joy, akin to that of a senior family member.

With a beaming smile, she quickly responded, "Absolutely not mistaken. You are the granddaughter of Layne, making you naturally the head of our Wind Hall."

Previously, Layne had always been the standing head of Wind Hall, taking a month off each year to tend to Wind Hall's affairs. However, this year, he had not shown up, and it was later discovered that Layne had gone missing.

Yvonne was merely the deputy head of Wind Hall, taking on the responsibilities of managing finances, human resources, and other affairs. This year, it was supposed to be Layne leading the delegation to the Arbona Medical Conference.

In his absence, Yvonne had to step in as the leader.

Never did she anticipate running into Cheyenne here. As soon as she heard Cheyenne mention her "grandfather," everything became clear to her, stirring up a surge of emotions within.

Could it be true? Her seemingly unreliable and carefree grandfather was actually the head of Wind Hall, one of the four prominent halls in Onistead!

My goodness. Why did her grandfather keep such an important identity from her? Why hadn't he ever mentioned the kind and amiable lady, Yvonne, standing before her?

Upon careful consideration, when Yvonne spoke of her grandfather earlier, the adoration and concern in her eyes were undeniably genuine.

So, her grandfather concealed his identity from her because he got himself into romantic troubles outside?

Hmm... Quite surprising.

Cheyenne naturally cast a glance at the many offshoots of the Edwards family behind her. The eldest among them already had silver hair, while the younger ones were only thirteen or fourteen years old.

A closer look at the other three major families revealed that the first three rows of chairs were all occupied, leaving latecomers to stand with their hands behind their backs.

This was the moment to appreciate the relative differences, wasn't it?

Sensing the subtle bewilderment and astonishment in the young girl's eyes, Yvonne felt quite embarrassed.

She grit her teeth and confidently reassured Cheyenne, "Although our numbers in Wind Hall may be few, each of us possesses outstanding skills! Facing three opponents single-handedly is not a problem!"

Cheyenne's lips twitched. "Is that so? What kind of outstanding skills do you all have?"

The elderly man with silver hair suddenly stepped forward with a proud expression, patting his chest as he guaranteed, "I can break rocks with my chest!"

As he spoke, he forcefully pounded his chest.

Unexpectedly, due to his excessive force, he began coughing violently. Cheyenne was genuinely concerned that he might cough out his own lungs.

"Connor, please stop pounding your chest."

"Yes, you're eighty-six years old. Please take care of yourself."

"Yeah, Connor. If anything happens to you, who will make those herbal drying racks for us?"

Connor finally stopped coughing.

A middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, giving a mysterious smirk. "My secret lies in my extraordinary abacus skills."

However, due to his young age and the lack of regular guidance from Cheyenne's grandfather, he only remained at the beginner stage of recognizing herbs.

Nevertheless, he was still worthy of Wind Hall's cultivation.

Cheyenne couldn't help but reach out and touch his bald head, softly asking, "Are you cold? Silly child, why aren't you wearing a hat?"

On this freezing day, he still had a shaved head, shining like a bulb in the autumn breeze.

Jay, with teary eyes, gazed at his newly acquainted hall head. She was so beautiful, even though her expression was plain. She seemed gentle.

But her words shattered his notion of "gentleness" in an instant.

"Master, I'm not cold."

"You're not cold? Since you're not cold, go buy me an ice cream. I need to eat to have energy for the competition."

Saying this, Cheyenne felt around in her coat pocket. From the left pocket, she pulled out a one-dollar bill, and from the right pocket, a one-dollar coin and a fifty-cent coin.

She placed them solemnly in his small and tender palm, squinted her almond-shaped eyes, and smiled with a sense of ease.

"Good child, go! Buy a Red Bean Ice Cream from Mengniu with two dollars, and the remaining fifty cents is for you to buy some candy."

Upon hearing that he had a share too, Jay's eyes lit up. It was as if he was treading on a pair of roller skates, swiftly gliding out.