She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Count as Stealing

It had been over a year since Cheyenne had come back home. As she stood at the door, she felt a pang of nostalgia.

"Click."

She turned the doorknob but couldn't step inside. Her bright face was now filled with shock as she saw her room being used as a storage space for Nora's belongings.

When did the Lawrence family become so poor that they needed to use her bedroom as a storage room? And why did it have to be Nora's storage room?

Except for the bed, which still looked like hers, everything else had changed. Her favorite rosewood bookshelf was gone and replaced with rows of picture frames and easels. The floor and windowsill were covered in watercolor paint splatters, making it look messy and chaotic.

"Great! Just great!" Cheyenne's bright almond eyes sparkled as she rolled up her sleeves without hesitation and threw all of Nora's paintings onto the hallway outside.

"Bang!" The loud noise echoed throughout the building, startling the three people downstairs who all looked up at once.

"Oh my god! My paintings! Cheyenne, you're done for! Don't touch my stuff!" Nora's high-pitched scream echoed through the hall

"Your stuff?" Cheyenne sneered as she stepped on one of Nora's paintings with her high heels. Suddenly there was a small footprint on Nora's painting of sunflowers that took her three nights to finish. It had a bit of Van Gogh style to it.

The best painting she'd ever done, which she wanted to use for a competition, was destroyed by Cheyenne. She was so angry that her face turned red and she reached out to hit Cheyenne. "You shouldn't have come back, you troublemaker. You always cause problems."

"This room is mine. Who gave you the right to make changes without my permission?"

The couple who followed Nora upstairs also heard this.

George's face showed a hint of displeasure. "It's just a room. Did you have to destroy Nora's painting? We have other rooms in the house!"

"If there are other rooms in the house, why did you choose my bedroom as her studio? You never even thought about leaving me any space," Cheyenne said sharply, making all three of them feel guilty.

Malaya quickly stepped in to smooth things over with a smile. "Cheyenne, I just thought that your room is more spacious and bright and would be suitable for a studio. But I've already arranged another room for you. How about I take you there?"

"I don't need it! I want this one back exactly as it was before today!" Cheyenne rejected Malaya's offer.

Glancing at the things in her own room, she added, "And where are my little trinkets and antiques?"

Those things had been passed down through generations of the Edwards family since centuries ago when they were prominent local merchants with abundant wealth who accumulated many precious items over time.

When her mother got married, her great-grandfather gave half of them as part of his daughter's wedding gifts which had remained in Cheyenne's bedroom ever since then.

Each item could be sold for an exorbitant price.

Those antiques were naturally moved by Malaya into her own bedroom!

After Cheyenne got married, Malaya would auction off one of her those items every once in a while. Now, her purse was stuffed to the brim with money from these auctions.