She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 292: Being Despised

Chapter 292: Being Despised

Before Cheyenne could inquire, footsteps approached from outside the door. It sounded like more than one person was coming.

At the doorway, three figures appeared, walking closer with some disarray and commotion. Leading the group was George, dressed in a simple casual gray shirt paired with slacks. He looked notably lighter and somewhat aged from before.

To his left was the elegantly dressed Malaya, wearing a Chanel-inspired suit dress, carrying a classic black-and-white Chanel handbag and stylish white stiletto heels. She exuded an aura of sophistication and professionalism, resembling a career woman.

To his right stood Nora, appearing soft and gentle, radiating a warm and tender demeanor. She held a high-end black handbag and offered a bright smile.

Seemingly surprised to find unexpected visitors at Cheyenne's place, the trio paused for a moment. George, confident and composed, approached and shook hands with both men, while a glimmer of hidden intent shone in his eyes behind the glasses.

"Master Davon, hello. I am George, the CEO of the Lawrence Group and Cheyenne's father."

"Hmm," Davon responded with a hint of scorn as he leaned back in the sofa, crossing his arms and legs in a nonchalant manner.

Davon had already gathered information about Cheyenne's family situation - her mother's early death, her father's lack of involvement, her stepmother's favoritism, and her half-siblings' dislike for her. George's sudden appearance raised suspicions about his intentions.

George also noticed Omari, seated at the other end of the couch, and hesitated for a moment. He surveyed Omari, who appeared equally distinguished and had a handsome face that didn't resemble an ordinary person.

"And who might this be?" George inquired.

Omari courteously smiled at George. He had a slim yet stylish presence, and his lips parted gently as he spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Lawrence. I'm Omari, a lawyer."

Upon hearing that Omari was a lawyer, Nora's face displayed a clear expression of disdain. She looked at Cheyenne with a mocking expression.

"Is this the lawyer you hired for your good friend, Kate?"

Nora heard that the Mathews family had hired Zechariah Jacobs, one of the most renowned criminal defense lawyers in the country.

To be frank, the lawyer standing next to Cheyenne appeared too young, with rather delicate features and fair skin, quite the typical "pretty boy" look. How could he possibly stand a chance against Zechariah Jacobs?

George's attitude towards Omari seemed to cool down after learning that he was a lawyer. He started chatting with Davon instead. The latter's purpose for today was to inquire about Iker's leg condition. Who would want to engage in idle chatter with this old man?

Cheyenne couldn't help but let out a discreet, scornful chuckle. These people truly were clueless. The Lara family's influence in Onistead was no less significant than that of the Todd family. Omari himself owned a high-end law firm with annual earnings in the billions, rivaling ten Lawrence

families combined. They seemed to think that Mr. Lara was just an ordinary attorney, but they couldn't have been more wrong.

Despite being underestimated, Omari still wore warm smile. He met Malaya and Nora's appraising gazes with grace.

Nearby, George's insincere flattery made it seem like he was glued to Davon. "Master Davon, you're quite the go-getter and quite the young talent. I've heard you're currently managing a stable with over a dozen affiliated companies. It's truly impressive."

"Mr. Lawrence, you're too kind. It's all thanks to the hard work of my company's employees... By the way, Miss Lawrence, may I ask about my older brother..."

Davon patiently contained his frustration and replied in a dispassionate tone. Just as he was about to inquire about Iker's condition, he was caught off guard by Malaya's sudden interjection.

"What's this? Master Davon is quite the gentleman. He knew we were coming today and specially brought a gift. How could this be appropriate?"

She voiced her hesitance, but her hand had extended. The emerald bracelet on her wrist exhibited pure color, exquisite texture, and flawless translucency.

In fact, the moment she walked in, she noticed the high-end packaging on the table, adorned with black velvet.

Could it be... some rare and precious treasure? Given the Todd family's power, Master Davon's gift was undoubtedly worth at least six figures.

Just as her hand was about to reach the black velvet, a cold, piercing gaze suddenly turned her way, momentarily leaving Malaya stupefied. Following that gaze, she saw a weathered, lifeless- looking face, resembling tree bark in winter, with clear, tiny eyes conveying a clear warning.

"This is a gift from Master Davon to Miss Lawrence. It's probably best if you refrain from touching it."

Malaya gave him a quick once-over and quickly categorized this man in her mind, noticing his plain clothing and surprisingly old-fashioned canvas shoes.

He was just Master Davon's henchman, yet he dared to look at her with such a gaze.

So, her quick wit came into play, and she immediately retorted with a charming, giggling tone, "Of course, as you said, this is a gift from Master Davon to our Nora. How could me, as Nora's mother, not take a look?"

As she spoke, she provocatively glanced at Cheyenne, who was sitting regally on the sofa, gesturing with an 'please, go ahead' expression.

Miss Lawrence...

Nora shared the last name Lawrence, so it wasn't entirely incorrect for Malaya to say that.

However, Nora, who was mentioned by her mother, felt extremely embarrassed.

How could Mom do something like this in public? Even if she was curious about the precious gift inside the box, she should have waited until Master Davon left and then taken it from Cheyenne's hands. After all, this incident might give Master Davon the wrong impression that the Lawrence family was after petty gains.

Malaya had already reached out to pull down the black velvet. Her charming smile instantly froze, and her beautiful face turned as pale as a wall as she screamed and took several steps back, her waist bumping against the armrest of the sofa.

The black velvet draped on the table, revealing a square crystal box inside. The box contained a vividly colored, serpentine creature, about one meter long but no thicker than a pinky finger. The

snake's body was a fiery red, and its color was vibrant. In the instant Malaya opened the box, the previously coiled red snake suddenly became active.

"Hiss."

It raised its body, and the triangular head emerged from a small round hole on the box lid. It opened its gaping maw and lunged toward Malaya's hand.

In stark contrast to the vibrant red snake body were its jet-black, slender, forked tongue and two sharp fangs, as white as snow, presenting a horrifying sight.

"Ah!"

"Come on, don't make a big fuss. It's just a snake, after all." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

A lazy, melodious voice echoed in her ear, and Cheyenne's smile left everyone in awe.