She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 184: Cheyenne Goes Clubbing

Chapter 184: Cheyenne Goes Clubbing

In fact, Cheyenne didn't care about the seal on the artwork. After all, it would be worthless after the competition, and who cared if there were fingerprints on it or not? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

If Rex and other calligraphy enthusiasts knew what she was thinking, they would be furious.

What a waste!

Cheyenne smiled as she accepted her award and reminded them to transfer the $200, 000 to her account.

"Don't worry, Miss Lawrence. The money is provided by the organizers. We're not intermediaries and will cheat you," Rex patiently explained while glancing at her artwork on the table but hesitated to say more.

He really wanted to buy that piece of art but it was Cheyenne's entry for the competition. It wouldn't look good if he bought it outright now.

The judges from traditional painting group also came over with warm smiles and asked Cheyenne if she was interested in taking another 200 thousand prize money by joining their group.

"Come join us! We'll provide you with all kinds of materials such as ink, paper and brushes!"

"Time is not a problem either. You can paint tonight or whenever you want."

The two old artists with silver hair coaxed her together which looked very heartwarming.

However, Cheyenne had a headache as she glanced at both men, indifferently saying, "No thanks. My grandfather is one of your judges, so I don't want people saying I got special treatment."

Hearing this response made both artists unhappy as they snorted. "Who dares say that? Let him confront me!"

"I'll pass, it's a waste of my time. I want to go back to sleep!" Cheyenne bluntly refused the tempting offer of two hundred thousand. It was well past lunchtime, and she had been working without breakfast and lunch. She felt both tired and hungry, and at this moment, she wouldn't even accept two million.

"Come on, sleeping doesn't make money, you know?" The head of the traditional painting group gave Layne a helpless look, signaling him to say something.

"Don't look at me! Haven't we already given out our awards?" Layne replied innocently.

"The oil painting group still has one left though... Why don't we ask them for another one? They gave the Calligraphy group one, so why can't they give us another?" Molly Carr suggested confidently.

Theo was speechless.

"No, thanks, I already made plans to go clubbing tonight," Cheyenne said.

Clubbing...

Jerry looked at her in complete admiration.

She was a top hacker, good at calligraphy and oil painting...

Could it be that she was also best in clubbing?

Clubbing as the only hobby he had as a homebody.

He wanted to follow Cheyenne and see if she was also amazing at clubbing!

If she was, he would crawl on his belly to her to show his extreme admiration.

Not only was he shocked, but everyone online had a dumbfounded expression.

...

Cheyenne declined the judges' invitation to participate and turned her gaze towards Sean instead. She leaned against the table next to hers with crossed legs tilted on the ground.

"Now it's your turn to fulfill your promise. What did you say back then?"

"Kneel down and apologize right? I remember very clearly."

"Now begin!"

Sean gritted his teeth with anger while his face turned pale; how could he kneel down and apologize in front of so many people when he was so young?

Like an angry little beast staring at its prey fiercely... he glared at her.

"Sis, please spare Sean this time; didn't you hear him saying it was just a joke back then? And even if you lose today, no one will trouble you."

Nora stood weakly before them with tears about ready fall from eyes, making those around them feel pity for her.

"Joke? Nora, maybe reality hasn't hit you yet but facts are facts: You lost!"

"And besides... this is between Sean and me! When did he ever admit that I'm his sister huh?"

A faintly mocking smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and in the sunlight, her stunningly beautiful face was cold and alluring. Layne didn't say a word, caught in the middle of it all.

The boy struggled to swallow his pride and spoke up. He looked away and pushed Nora aside with one hand. "Sis, this has nothing to do with you. It's my bet with her. I'll handle it myself and apologize!" Suddenly he knelt down on both knees with a loud thud, feeling humiliated as he lowered his head.

Kneeling down to apologize? He could do that! But Cheyenne wouldn't get off easy either; he would make her regret it!

"I'm sorry!"

"Oh well, I don't want to forgive you yet. Stay kneeling." Cheyenne folded the two certificates twice before stuffing them into her pajama pocket and walked away gracefully.

The competition wasn't over yet but Cheyenne had won two awards early on and went home to sleep.

The remaining contestants who made it into the second round suddenly felt like this competition wasn't exciting anymore.

They wanted to see Cheyenne dance...

"Sean, get up quickly."

After Cheyenne left, Nora and Mikaela helped Sean up from the ground together...

Outside of the venue...

Cheyenne's garbage truck from earlier had been driven away due to its unbearable stench. She stood bored at the door waiting for a taxi when suddenly she felt someone watching her from behind.

Turning around, she found there was no one there.

As she turned around again after taking only two steps forward, she felt like someone was following her once more.

Suddenly she saw a head peeking out from behind a shelf not far away; that person covered his face with a palm-sized cactus while muttering under his breath, "You can't see me..."

In an instant, that palm-sized cactus was snatched by a delicate hand as a voice sounded above his heads. "Your head is so big. How could I not see you?"

Sweat dripped down his forehead...