Became A Queen After divorce

Beside Zack, there was a young man wearing a white double-breasted jacket with a stand-up collar. He had fair skin and delicate features that were somewhat feminine and handsome.

He was a graduate from a famous foreign university, and now he was helping to manage the company for Malaya, serving as the president on the surface.

He knew very well the reason why his aunt had asked him to come. At first, when he heard that he was supposed to deliberately flirt with Cheyenne, Emmanuel was reluctant, because Cheyenne was a notorious abandoned woman in Akloit, who was kicked by Kelvin and became the joke of the town.

If it weren’t for her aunt saying that Cheyenne had a villa worth millions of dollars and a bunch of antique calligraphy and paintings, Emmanuel would rather go to the bar with his friends.

But now he saw Cheyenne and found she didn’t seem as bad as he imagined.

She was a divorced woman, surprisingly still exuding a youthful aura.

She wore a purple one-shoulder long dress today, revealing a delicate fair collarbone. The shoulder of the dress was made of irregular water sleeves with chiffon lace fabric, faintly visible were her fair arms. Her shoulder line was soft, her neck slender and beautiful curls fell loosely behind her head, complementing her pretty and delicate makeup, making her look like a fairy.

Cheyenne’s eyes flickered as she glanced at the man before quickly retracting them. A hint of disdain flashed through her mind. She thought Malaya would use some clever means but it turned out to be just a honey trap… But compared to the men around Cheyenne, this man in front of her was far from being as charming.

Omari was elegant and suave; Benson had that gentle handsomeness. The Todd brothers were both rare handsome men – one cold-blooded while the other was cunning. And Kelvin… His beauty shone like moonlight in the mountains or snow on mountain tops…

Thinking of that familiar face suddenly awakened Cheyenne. She silently warned herself not to think about him.

“Old Mr. Edwards! Long time no see! You’re still as strong as ever!” Zack proactively reached out his hand to greet Layne who lazily responded with an “Hmm”, mirroring Cheyenne’s attitude by not even lifting his eyelids, let alone extending his hand for a handshake.

Zack’s hand remained in mid-air. He could only awkwardly retract it and wipe it on his suit before finally sitting down.

In Layne’s eyes, Zack was nothing more than a loser who made his fortune off of his daughter. He wasn’t even worthy of shaking hands with himself.

If it weren’t for that Malaya provoking Selah back then, she wouldn’t have worsened her condition and passed away.

Old Mr. Edwards hated the Mitchell family from the bottom of his heart.

“Long time no see, Zack. You look a bit flushed. I think you might have too much heat in your body. I suggest you drink something cool to clear the heat.”

Zack felt even more embarrassed at these words. It wasn’t because of excessive heat but rather because he had stayed up late playing with his young model girlfriend last night and woke up early today.

After all, as one gets older, indulging oneself slightly can lead to discomfort the next day.

Cheyenne’s lips curled into a smile; her grandfather’s sarcasm was too hidden for someone like Zack who lacked culture to understand.

George had been an in-law of the Edwards family for many years and knew a little bit more about than Zack did.

He felt embarrassed and didn’t know what to say when faced with this situation.

He coughed once before speaking up, “Dad, you’re getting old. You should stay up less at night.”

“Yes, yes, it’s just that I have trouble sleeping because of my age,” Zack replied.

Emmanuel’s eyes were filled with desire as he stared at Cheyenne. He even began to openly scrutinize her figure with a satisfied smile on his face. It was as if he was someone who wanted to patronize prostitutes.

If it weren’t for the fact that there were many people around them, Cheyenne would have kicked him out.

“Miss Lawrence is 21 this year, right?” Emmanuel asked.

“Yes, you’re 27 years old? Six years older than me,” she said with a charming smile.

Emmanuel was immersed in her smile and didn’t even notice what Cheyenne had said.

“So Miss Lawrence, where do you work now? What industry are you in?” Emmanuel asked like it was an interview question at a matchmaking event.

Unfortunately for him, this was his one-sided idea of matchmaking and not something that Cheyenne agreed to do willingly. Before she could answer, Nora couldn’t wait any longer and started exposing all Cheyenne’s information with no hesitation.

“Cousin, my sister got married right after graduating high school and now she just got divorced and doesn’t have a job,” Cheyenne said.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Zack frowned disapprovingly.

“How can you not study at this age? Like Nora in our family, she’s a student at Akloit’s top college and will become an artist in the future.”

His words implied that he was belittling Cheyenne while elevating Nora’s status.

Layne wasn’t one to back down. They were mocking his granddaughter, so naturally he wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

Cheyenne smiled brightly with half-closed eyes like a cute little fox. “Thank you for your concern, old Mr. Mitchell and Nora. Even if I don’t study or work in the future, I won’t starve to death. After all, Grandpa only has me as his heir, so selling any of his antiques is enough to keep me fed and clothed.”

This was… the truth!

Although the Edwards family had fallen, their real estate holdings were enough to ensure that Cheyenne would never go hungry or lack clothing for her entire life.

This blatant display of wealth made Emmanuel even more determined to win her over.

Layne chuckled lightly as if scolding Cheyenne. “No ambition! As my granddaughter, how can you have no goals?”

After thinking for a second, his voice suddenly rang out again, surprising everyone present. “How about this? After you see Master Iker at the Todd family, I’ll contact some friends so that you can follow Professor Yvonne for tutoring.”

“Professor Yvonne!” Layne’s mention of this name left everyone in the room a little confused. Did he really know Professor Yvonne? She was, after all, the president’s teacher and currently held a position as an ambassador to foreign countries. Her main area of expertise was history, but she was also fluent in several languages and an excellent diplomat and translator.

She held a professorship at Qaco University but had never taken on any students.