She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 621: Freddie

Cheyenne reached out and pinched Jay's face, rubbing it a couple of times, and said sinisterly, "This kind of baby face is the most delicious."

Jay cried out in pain, his eyes filled with fear and dread. 'Eat? Does this old man really eat children?'Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Jay's gaze accidentally fell on Freddie's withered hands, thin and bony, full of wrinkles.

Cheyenne interrupted him, and rescued Jay from his clutches. "Alright, old man, I came to see you today for a serious matter. Let's find a place to talk," she said. "Fine," he curiously asked, "By the way, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I need money," she replied.

Her answer immediately drew laughter from Freddie.

He then put his hands on his hips and said, "Are you kidding, girl? You actually need money!"

Cheyenne calmly looked at him with her bright eyes, nodded seriously, and gently opened her red lips, her voice calm and steady.

"I really need money."

Freddie eased his heartbeat and breathing, furrowing his eyebrows. He seemed to think of something, and his skeptical expression instantly turned into anticipation.

Both of his eyes sparkled, full of anticipation, and Cheyenne felt slightly uncomfortable under his gaze. She turned aside her head, snorted with irritation. "Old man, if you have something to say, say it directly. Stop staring at people like that."

How creepy...

Freddie clasped his hands together, rubbing them, and took a step closer. "Girl, since you need money, why don't you just give me your jade lotus figurine?"

"How about 100 million?"

Cheyenne shook her head, her lips slightly parted, revealing a set of white teeth.

Before she could finish saying "no," Freddie interrupted her and continued to shout a higher price. "Five hundred million?"

"It's not like that..."

"Girl, think about it carefully. I really want your lotus flower figurine. I swear, throughout Onistead, you won't find anyone who appreciates it more than I do." Cheyenne knew all of this, but she regretfully revealed the truth to Freddie.

"Sorry, I can't give it to you. There was a little accident where I live. The house was completely destroyed, and the figurine that I had no intention to sell is probably gone." "What!" Upon hearing this, Freddie's face immediately showed a pained expression, and his lamenting voice echoed one after another.

"Oh my God, what a waste! If only you had sold it to me three years ago. Now it's all burned up, what a pity."

Cheyenne's lips twitched upon hearing this, and to make him stop, she snapped her fingers.

Yvonne and Connor quickly placed several large tubular objects they had been carrying on their shoulders in front of Freddie.

The scroll slowly unfolded, and the paintings inside gradually entered Freddie's sight.

With delicate and fresh

brushstrokes, beneath the faint ink colors, the strong spirit of plum, the charm of bamboo, the integrity of chrysanthemum, and the elegance of orchids were vividly depicted.

Freddie widened his eyes, his body trembling with excitement. He took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and carefully examined the four paintings.

He reached a conclusion.

"These four paintings have

surpassed the threshold of a certain

category of artwork and have a

minimum auction price of five hundred thousand. Cheyenne, do you want to entrust them to me?"

Cheyenne nodded and handed over the four paintings to him. "Yes. However, wait a moment, I still have two oil paintings."

"You are lazy. Why are you suddenly so diligent recently?"

If she kept working hard every day, becoming a billionaire would only be a matter of time.

"I need money," Cheyenne replied once again.

Freddie chuckled and stroked his beard, then waved his hand, instructing the auctioneer to attach serial number labels to the four paintings and take them away for registration. "It seems like you really need money, fine... let me see your oil paintings."

"Okay."

Cheyenne stood quietly on the side, playing with a green jade pendant in her hand.

The vibrant green color matched the burning state of the twin lotus, with exquisite craftsmanship. Cheyenne even used pearl and a string of light yellow tassels to adorn it.

Freddie's gaze was quickly

captivated by the jade pendant in her hand, his eyes filled with envy and desire. He swallowed his saliva and said, "What is this? Ahem... I mean, can I take a look?"

It had been years since he had seen such a good-quality jade. The translucent texture and pure color made it undoubtedly top-grade imperial green.

Cheyenne squinted her almond-shaped eyes, stopped playing with it, and held the jade pendant in front of his eyes with a cold voice, "Take a look, but no touching!"

Upon hearing this, Freddie grumbled in frustration, "Alright, alright, you're really stingy, little girl. Can't I just touch it? By the way, do you want to sell this jade pendant?" He genuinely liked Cheyenne's carving skills. This jade pendant seemed like a complete piece of jade at first glance.

However, upon closer inspection, there was a joint in the middle.

If it was opened, it would form two semicircular lotus images, and when put together, it would become the Twin Lotus.

Cheyenne was truly amazing. How did she come up with the idea of incorporating traditional joinery techniques into jade carving?

After all, jade was different from wood; it was precious and fragile.