She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 600

Chapter 600: Blank Sheet

Kyson couldn't help but shiver as he shot an exasperated glance at Cheyenne.

"Cheyenne, during the competition... is it appropriate to be eating ice cream? Is that something you should be indulging in?"

Moreover, can a pregnant woman eat ice cream in the middle of winter?

Elegantly adjusting the sleeves of her coat, Cheyenne's eyes met her opponent, Mason.

With a radiant smile that outshone all the flowers in the world, she declared, "I must win the championship in today's match!"

As her words fell, Mason fell into a moment of silence.

What should I do? Her smile is too beautiful. How do I respond to her?

Coughing softly, he blushed and replied earnestly, "Miss Lawrence, I will do my best."

As a grown man, he couldn't afford to lose face so easily.

Regardless of the result of the competition, at the very least, he represented the reputation of Moon Hall and had to stand his ground.

Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, faintly smiling, "I hope you don't disappoint me."

Standing on the side, Yvonne clasped her hands together in prayer, her eyes sparkling as she watched Cheyenne.

"Cheyenne, you can do it!"

Her fangirl-like expression left Cheyenne somewhat amused.

The competition officially began.

The first round was quite simple, focusing on basic pharmacology.

The box contained various prescriptions, both Eastern and Western, randomly chosen.

Upon drawing her topic, Emily deliberately extended her leg to block Cheyenne's path.

In that split second, Cheyenne leaped lightly, targeting the back of Emily's heel and gave it a kick.

Attempting to trick her like this was too childish.

Since her elementary school days, she had encountered countless people like this, and without exception, they all ended up in a sorry state.

Emily winced in pain, her face turning pale, struggling to hold the box, which seemed on the verge of tipping over, when Cheyenne reached out and steadied it with her hand just in time.

In the moment their eyes met, Emily's gaze turned as cold and resentful as if she wanted to tear Cheyenne apart.

"Cheyenne, how dare you kick me? Are you looking for trouble?"

The young girl smiled calmly as she reached into the box and picked up a piece of paper, whispering something into her ear that only they could hear.

"Is this all the tricks the President's daughter has?"

"Miss Davidson, please mind your expressions; we're in public, after all."

"Your adoptive father is watching us. I wonder if he saw what just happened. Haha!"

Cheyenne leisurely held the paper, squeezing it in her hand, showing it to the audience below.

She then gracefully turned around, her figure elegant and delicate, like a little butterfly.

Despicable!

Emily was trembling with anger. She was caught off guard when she met her adoptive father's gaze.

He was looking at her with a stern and displeased expression.

Severe and extraordinary.

In an instant, Emily wilted, resembling a flower that had been frostbitten.

Before long, a middle-aged man in a black suit walked up to the stage and stopped next to Emily.