She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 253: Show Off Wealth

Chapter 253: Show off Wealth

"Alright, what do you want from me?"

He glanced at the two menacing men around him, unsure if he should bring up the topic here.

Cheyenne caught on and waved at him, like calling a dog. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Follow me."

She lifted her foot and headed towards the study on the second floor.

Jerry followed eagerly behind her, leaving Omari and Iker in the hall. Omari furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if there was something Cheyenne didn't want him to know.

Iker, on the other hand, nonchalantly let Tanner push him back to his books, and as he left, he couldn't resist a mischievous jab at Omari, saying, "Looks like Mr. Lara doesn't have to worry about Miss Lawrence being mad. Congratulations!"

Because she went off with another man to share secrets.

Omari wasn't pleased with this "blessing," his smile turned faintly cold.

"Master Iker, why don't you investigate Aidan and Konner when you have time?"

"No need for your reminder. Tanner. Let's go."

In the study room, Jerry thought his own study room was already pretty good but compared to this one it looked shabby! There was a small mahogany desk with exquisite carvings despite its size. Three rows of bookshelves lined against one wall with several paintings hanging above them including two that were worth a fortune outside.

Not to mention all those little trinkets placed on shelves - an antique European metal clock; an emerald green porcelain tiger.

Was this even considered a study? It felt more like a mini art museum!!!

Cheyenne picked up a cup of water.

After gulping down some water, she pointed lazily at one of chairs facing opposite her across table carved out in patterns, all looking quite old. "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Sit down!"

As Jerry moved cautiously toward the chair opposite hers, he suddenly got stuck halfway.

With a cautious expression on his face, Jerry asked like he was constipated, "This chair... it won't break, right? I want to know if it's expensive or not." In case he accidentally broke it... He looked at himself and wondered if selling a kidney would be enough to cover the cost.

Cheyenne opened her bright eyes seriously and looked at the chair with a solemn expression. She answered in a relaxed tone, "It's okay. This chair isn't expensive."

Jerry breathed a sigh of relief and just as he sat down on the chair, he heard Cheyenne's clear voice. He was completely bewildered.

"It's just an ebony rocking chair worth millions! There are many chairs like this in my basement that are too old-fashioned for me to use," she said indifferently.

"What!"

Jerry was so scared that his legs trembled and he fell backwards towards the back. His legs were tense as they clamped together in mid-air while his feet remained stiff.

The miserable sound almost lifted off the roof of the house.

"Help!"

"Look at you! This is just a rocking chair. Try moving your weight forward slightly."

Cheyenne sneered at him disdainfully. Even though he was at this age, he couldn't even sit on a chair properly.

He tried putting his weight on his lower body and used force from his waist to bounce back up again. The chair returned to its original position once again.

He had really been scared out of his wits earlier; cold sweat dripped down his spine.

'She is so rich she cheated me out of eight million! What a stingy woman!'

Cheyenne didn't know that Jerry was criticizing her within himself and started to get straight to the point.

"It's safe now, So tell me what brings you here?"

Finally coming back from being lost in thought about the rich, Jerry took out his phone from his pocket, revealing something and saying, "You'll understand after seeing this but delete everything afterwards." The information network was highly developed nowadays, and everyone's phone might be monitored. Even if one was a hacker, he or she might suffer information leaks wherever there was internet access. "What's so secretive about it? Is it something that can't be seen by others?"

Cheyenne took the phone and saw the bloody and terrifying pictures that made her shudder. The content written on top was about her.

Her red lips couldn't help but curve into a charming smile as she deleted the pictures and handed back the phone to Jerry.

"When did this happen?"

"A couple of days ago."

"Tsk tsk tsk, they only offered 300 million dollars for my head. They really underestimate me."

Jerry thought to himself. 'Isn't 300 million already a lot? Ordinary people would find it hard to even see such an amount in their lifetime.'

And she was just a twenty-one-year-old girl...

After Cheyenne expressed her opinion, she quickly had another doubt in her mind. She put her hands together on the table and looked at Jerry with bright eyes.

"By the way, why didn't you report me? The informant can get fifty million dollars. Aren't you tempted?"

Upon hearing this, Jerry admitted that he was briefly tempted by money but he was more afraid that if Cheyenne really died, then he would lose his faith and his goal. "What do you mean?"

When did Cheyenne become this boy's faith?

"In Shakespeare's Henry VI Part Two, a match well made is victory itself! You are my opponent; until I defeat you I don't want you dead, simple as that."

Before meeting Cheyenne, Jerry always thought his hacking skills were number one in Chulae until he got defeated by "Mr. X". Then he understood "there are always people better than himself". He became more determined to study harder and make himself stronger because of his opponent's charm.

An equally strong opponent could also be considered as someone who understood him from another perspective, like-minded individuals who shared similar goals or interests.

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