She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 599: Five Cents Left to Buy You SCandy 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 becclear 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 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." Cheyenne deadpanned, "But I have a computer." The man seemed somewhat frustrated and continued in disbelief, "Can a computer be faster than me? I can move three beads in one second!" The girl, expressionless, waved her hand and delivered a fatal blow.

"The first 100 digits of п are 3.

14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482 53421170679. Can your abacus calculate that?" The old man was left speechless, finally covering his face with his hands and leaving in tears.

"Yvonne, I'm starting to doubt my abacus," he sobbed.

& Yvonne gently patted his shoulder resembling a mother comforting her son.

Con't worry, don't rush. Your abacus will be able to next 100 digits of П someday." the Most people around them were rendered speechless. Who would seriously bother memorizing the next 100 digits of П? Cheyenne, however, boasted that she didn't memorize them and just happened to glance at a hint after school. It was her photographic memory at work.

But sometimes, this ability also caused her distress. Because of it, she dared not watch horror movies and missed out on many exciting experiences in life. The other three families were renowned for their outstanding medical skills. But here at Wind Hall, these people knew little about medicine. After gaining ssimple understanding, Cheyenne realized that the only one who truly knew a little about medicine was a young boy. His nwas Jay.

His mother cfrom the Edwards family, and his father was unknown. He had been raised by Yvonne since childhood, and the Edwards family blood in him granted him a naturally keen sense of smell.

No matter how many medicinal herbs there were, just a whiff would enable him to identify them immediately.

However, due to his young age and the lack of regular guidance from m 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 buyan 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 scandy." 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. X