She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 26: If You Don'T Have It, Mommy Will Help You Snatch It

Chapter 26: If You Don't Have It, Mommy Will Help You Snatch It

Nora was speechless in an instant.

Seeing that the two of them were about to argue again, Malaya quickly intervened to prevent Nora from getting into trouble.

"It's okay, Nora. Cheyenne is your sister. You need to be more generous. Besides, she didn't mean any disrespect to me."

As Malaya finished speaking, even Cheyenne was surprised by her thick skin.

"Malaya, you are truly tolerant," Cheyenne complimented with a smile that seemed to contain sarcasm.

But Malaya just accepted it with a smile, showing how strong her mentality was.

"Cheyenne, look at these things on the table. They are your dowry. I found every single item from the warehouse."

Warehouse? Did she really think I didn't see her and Nora lurking around at the auction that day?

However, Cheyenne wasn't bothered to expose her hypocrisy. As long as she got the items back, that was enough.

"Thank you so much. These items are all exquisite treasures. If even one was missing, my mom would turn in her grave if she knew."

"Oh, how could that be!"

Malaya watched as Cheyenne had a few servants carry the items upstairs to her room.

She felt heartbroken. To redeem these antiques, she had spent over 13 million!

"Alright, I'm a bit tired now. I'll go back to my room and rest. Good night."

After saying that, Cheyenne gave a light smile, elegantly yawned, and headed upstairs.

Once her figure disappeared at the staircase, Nora angrily kicked the table in front of her.

"Bang!"

A loud sound rang out, and even she winced from the pain, looking at Malaya with grievances.

"Mommy, look at her arrogant appearance. I wish she were dead."

"Hush, my dear, you shouldn't talk like that. Alright, don't be sad, that money will come back to us sooner or later!"

Malaya covered her daughter's mouth and said coldly.

Hearing this, Nora finally felt a little calmer. She looked up at her mom with eyes full of anticipation.

"Really... really?"

"Mm, I swear. Whatever she has, you'll have it too. And if you don't have it, I'll help you snatch it!"

After all, she loved her daughter the most.

How could she allow Cheyenne to trample on Nora's head and act arrogantly?

Just you wait. There's a long road ahead.

But Malaya heard the sound of a car engine outside the villa early in the morning.

It was very noisy.

The constant movement of furniture made it impossible for her to sleep.

Annoyed, she sat up and hammered the two-meter-wide velvet bed underneath her.

Her delicate face was wrinkled with anger, and her eyes were tinged with dark circles.

She had a sleepless night.

For the first time, she dreamed of that fool, Selah.

Selah was wearing a white dress, holding a windmill, and standing under a tree, smiling at her.

That smile seemed mocking.

Malaya, wearing a white lace ruffled nightgown, stepped out of her room to take a look.

She was met with the sight of an unfamiliar rugged face.

The man was wearing a black t-shirt, around forty years old, and had a rough and tall appearance.

His looks were ordinary.

He was sweaty and exhausted, his t-shirt sticking to his solid and sturdy back.

Who was he?

And in his hands, he was holding a huge wooden rack.

Wasn't that Cheyenne's beloved bookshelf?

It was said to be made of expensive nanmu wood and had been cherished in her study for years.

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Malaya had once had her eyes on that bookshelf. After all, nanmu wood was even more expensive than gold.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find the key.

She didn't dare to do anything excessive, as breaking in might arouse George and the family's suspicion.

So she had to give up.

But today...

How could Cheyenne suddenly unlock her study and allow a stranger to touch her belongings?

The moment the moving worker saw Malaya, his eyes lit up.

The ladies of wealthy families were indeed different.

She had fair and smooth skin and, even at forty, looked like she was in her thirties, retaining her charm.

Especially when she ran out without wearing a bra, the nightgown's fabric was very thin.

After just a few steps, everything was clearly visible.

"What are you doing? It's embarrassing. Hurry back and put on your clothes!"

George's furious voice sounded in her ears, waking Malaya up from her daze.

She suddenly remembered that she had rushed out without putting on a bra.

Damn it!

That country bumpkin stared at her for so long; it was so embarrassing!

In the living room downstairs, on the sofa.

Cheyenne also witnessed the scene just now, a faint trace of mockery appeared in her eyes.

Softly she said, "Malaya is really sexy, even her nightgown can't cover up that great figure!"

To George, her compliment sounded extremely unpleasant.

As a man, the older he got, the more he cared about his dignity!

Listening to his daughter's sarcasm and thinking about the moment when Malaya and that lowly country man locked eyes for almost a minute, his anger escalated.

Sexy?

She was obviously just being dissolute!

At her age, she still wore such a nightgown. How had he not noticed how dissolute she was before?

Layne chuckled helplessly.

He reached out and knocked on Cheyenne's hand. Although it was reprimand, his voice was still as indulgent as ever.

"What do you know, little girl? Adults' affairs are none of your business!"

Although he also disliked that woman.

Malaya took away everything that originally belonged to his daughter, Selah, and even intended to destroy Cheyenne's life.

But with so many people present, it was not appropriate for Cheyenne to say that.

If it got out, people would say that she was intentionally targeting her stepmother.

He didn't care if that woman was embarrassing herself or not. But his granddaughter Cheyenne was the best in this world!

Being reprimanded by her grandfather, Cheyenne playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Grandpa, I know I was wrong."

"That's good."

Layne smiled gently, put down the teacup in his hand, and then looked at George in front of him. His hand trembled slightly under his long sleeves.

Angry!

"It's been a long time since we last met."

George was afraid of this formidable man.

He quickly handed him a cigarette and sighed, "Yes, ever since Selah passed away, you went to Shedale. It's been over ten years since we last saw each other."

"But in these ten years, I see you haven't made much progress! The Lawrence Group has been declining under your leadership!"

When he left Akloit, the Edwards Group was comparable to the Foley Group.

But now, they couldn't even reach their threshold!

It was truly embarrassing.