She Became Rich After Divorce novel Chapter 253

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.

"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.

"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.