She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 400: Kneel Cheyenne didn't expect that one day Malaya would cto her begging for mercy. Of course, she would take this opportunity to seek revenge.

"Cheyenne, I beg you not to call the police. Nora is at a crucial stage now, and it concerns her future." The new semester was about to start, and there would be a new international art competition, where the first-place winner would receive a recommendation card from a mentor. This card would qualify Nora to pursue further studies at the Royal Academy of Arts in Metshire. Additionally, Nora's mentor had a connection with a professor from the Royal Academy of Arts. As long as Nora performed reasonably well and secured first place, she would obtain this golden ticket.

If Cheyenne called the police at this moment, it would tarnish Nora's bright future. The academy would investigate, and she would be rejected. All of Cheyenne's hopes rested on Nora, so even if Malaya admitted to stealing, she wouldn't let her daughter bear that blame.

As Nora looked at her mother kneeling and pleading for her, her eyes turned slightly red. This was the third tshe had embarrassed herself in front of so many people. Wasn't it because she had a rich grandfather and was so beautiful that she could act so arrogantly? Just wait, Cheyenne, I will make you pay.

Cheyenne crossed her arms and watched the woman kneeling in front of her. Suddenly, she remembered how this woman used to bully her when she was a child. A mischievous smile appeared on her pale and haggard face. As soon as Layne saw that smile, he knew someone was in for a hard time. But this mother and daughter deserved what was coming to them.

"You wantto spare Nora? Fine, I have three conditions. If you meet them, I will delete this video," Cheyenne said. "If you can't meet them, I'll hand it over to the police! As for how many people will see it, I can't guarantee." "The school belle Nora is actually a thief. This news will definitely be explosive." Just the thought of this outcwas thrilling for Cheyenne. In Nora's mind, scenes of being discouraged by her mentor and ridiculed by her classmates played out. No! This cannot happen. Her reputation cannot be ruined.

These things were taken by her mother first. Nora only took the diamond tassel necklace and didn't touch anything else. Nora stood behind, grabbing onto Malaya's sleeve, pleading with her eyes, hoping she would agree first.

"Okay, I promise you. But Cheyenne, you must also promiseto delete the video once I meet them." Cheyenne snorted, "Rest assured, I'm not as despicable as you. When I give my word, I keep it." "The first condition is for you to kneel in front of my mother's memorial tablet, pour tea, and apologize!" As Cheyenne's words fell, Layne's eyes turned red first. His poor daughter was publicly announced by this woman to have died from a difficult childbirth, but he didn't believe things were that simple. Malaya must have done something back then! George's face also darkened. Wasn't this nonsense? That idiot had been dead for over a decade, and Cheyenne suddenly pulled this stunt just to bully his wife. He wanted to stop it, but when he thought about the two people next to Cheyenne who were protecting her, the words stopped in his mouth.

With a change in tone, he tried to comfort and persuade Malaya to endure it for the sake of their child. It was just pouring tea, and after all, what harm was there in kneeling before a dead person? Malaya saw her husband's nonchalant expression and felt a sense of disappointment that almost made her vomit blood. He simply didn't understand! This bastard was trampling on her dignity. Cheyenne was reminding her of the fact that she was a third party, even though she had already officially married George.

Despite all this, Malaya swallowed her pride, reached out, and took a teacup, walking towards the portrait. This object had been thrown into the warehouse by her, but Cheyenne somehow found it and had it redecorated before placing it in the hall.

Malaya hadn't seen Selah's portrait for over a decade, so seeing it suddenly startled her. She didn't dare lift her head to look at the person in the photo. Swallowing her saliva, she knelt in front of Selah's portrait with a stiff upper lip and trembling voice, "Sel... Selah, it's been over ten years since we last saw each other. Please bless our family in the netherworld." Bless her? Her shamelessness truly surpassed Cheyenne's bottom line of understanding. "Malaya, even though you are older than my mother, based on the principle of 'first come, first served,' it seems you got married later. The deceased takes precedence. Calling my mother 'Sis' wouldn't be too much, right?" Sis? Damn Cheyenne, she actually wanted her to call Selah 'Sis.' How dare she? Malaya gritted her teeth and reluctantly knelt down again, calling out, "Sis, please have stea." The first condition was completed. The second one, however, wouldn't be so simple.

"I remember when I was a child, Malaya was really good to me. She would specifically find old clothes from the trash forto wear. I have to admit, they were quite fashionable, leopard print with a pink coat, tsk tsk..." It caused her to be ridiculed for a long time.

Why did Cheyenne wear them? It's simple, because if she didn't wear them, she would be left out in the cold. "One time, I was envious of Nora having a beautiful new dress, so I secretly tried it on." "But when she caught me, she angrily tore the dress and told Father that I was the one who ruined it." "At that time, Father punishedby not allowingto eat for three days." As the words fell, George's old face suddenly turned red, sensing the angry gaze from his father-in-law Layne. He quickly tried to distance himself.

"Dad, you, you've misunderstood. It wasn't me, it was Malaya who toldthat Cheyenne requested to buy those clothes. I was busy with work.

at Cheyenne requested to buy How could I bother with women's dressing up?" Layne felt a sourness in his nose and regretted leaving Cheyenne with these two people for thirteen years. For thirteen years, he didn't know how Cheyenne had been living.

But when he cback from abroad to find Cheyenne all those years ago, the well-behaved git had been forced to beca bully around the school. From teachers to classmates to neighbors, no one liked her.

Layne couldn't help but feel heartbroken for the proud and lonely Cheyenne. She should have been the happiest person in the world.

Thankfully, the little girl only temporarily went astray, and her conscience and bottom line were still intact. It took Layne a long tto guide Cheyenne back onto the right path.