She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 622: Bianca

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"Alright, three seconds are up. You've seen enough, I'm taking it back." Freddie actually hadn't seen enough yet. He wanted to know how the transitions were handled, but Cheyenne took it back before he could see clearly. It left him feeling somewhat anxious.

Reluctantly, Freddie mustered up the courage and leaned towards Cheyenne, begging, "Cheyenne, please sell me this jade pendant. Consider it a favor for me."

"You know, that jade figurine was gone because you didn't sell it to me. Such a pity."

Cheyenne avoided his attempt to pull her closer. She turned her body and tucked the jade pendant into her embrace, as if afraid of being robbed. She pouted her rosy lips. "No, old man, why don't you just carve one yourself? I spent two days on this pendant," she replied. "I won't sell it."

"What about 300 million?" Freddie immediately offered a price of 300 million. If it were an ordinary person, they would have succumbed to the temptation and agreed.

However, Cheyenne's willpower was unusually strong. She looked at him with her dark and bright eyes and shook her head.

"No, I won't sell it."

Deep down, she felt that the jade pendant was somehow important to her. Though she couldn't put it into words exactly how or why.

"Hey, you mischievous girl. Why do you flaunt something you won't sell in front of me? You know I cherish treasures like my life. It'll make me uncomfortable for days to come."

The last time he couldn't buy something, he felt uneasy for a whole week. This time, he estimated it would take at least half a month to recover from the regret of missing out on this treasure.

Cheyenne smiled sweetly and quietly, her captivating smile contrasting beautifully with her round eyes. She lowered her head to look at the jade pendant in her hands. In her eyes, a green dot appeared and began spinning, slowly blossoming into a lotus flower.

The auction officially began. Cheyenne, accompanied by the three members of Wind Hall, miraculously secured front-row seats thanks to the care of Master Freddie. As soon as she sat down, she noticed that the President, Mr. Abel Harrison, was sitting next to her.

He wore a well-fitted black suit and held a cane, emanating a domineering aura. Under the dim lights, his frost-white temples shimmered.

Next to him sat a middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance. She looked to be around forty-six or forty-seven, with a slightly plump figure and fair skin. Wearing a low-cut crimson evening gown, she adorned a black pearl necklace that exuded an extraordinary luxury.

While she was observing the woman, the woman noticed her as well. She glanced hurriedly, without any expression. However, when she saw Yvonne, a calm smile appeared on her face, and she took the initiative to greet her.

The content of her words, however, made people feel uneasy.

"Yvonne, long time no see. I didn't expect to see you here..."

When the woman glanced at Yvonne's attire, she couldn't help but mock.

"I really don't know how you managed to get in. I heard you're so broke you even sold your house?"

"I'm telling you for your own good, at this age, find a man with a retirement savings and settle down for the second half of your life. Otherwise, when you die without children, no one will hold a funeral for you."

As her words fell, Cheyenne noticed a change in Yvonne's expression. Her face turned pale and red, and she clenched her fists without answering. On the other hand, Connor was visibly angry and gave her a fierce glare, muttering a discontented remark under his breath.

"Who do you think you are, a woman like you who can't hold a candle to Yvonne," he sneered.

Abel furrowed his eyebrows, casting an annoyed gaze at his wife. He warned her, "As the First Lady, you shouldn't be so aggressive."

Cheyenne was taken aback and

looked at the chubby woman with hint of disdain, In truth, her

appearance was quite average, at best considered attractive with heavy makeup that gave her a touch of elegance, like a member of high society. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, it tarnished any positive impression. Although she didn't utter a foul word, her narrow-minded and snide attitude was evident.

Was this the image of a "dignified, virtuous gentle and generous" first lady?

Once a lady from the Davidson family, she was now the president's wife. Standing at the top of the pyramid since birth, it was no wonder she carried an air of arrogance.

Bianca Davidson listened to her husband defending Yvonne and felt a wave of shock and anger. Coldly, she muttered to herself, "He's still siding with that little wretch."

Back when Yvonne served as the chief diplomatic translator, she was always by Abel's side. They traveled together domestically and internationally, and their relationship seemed deeper than that of a boss and a subordinate. Bianca even suspected they had an affair.

One day, when she returned from her parents' home, she happened to witness them embracing each other. Enraged Bianca acted impulsively and slapped Yvonne across

face. However, Abel explain what it

was a misunderstanding and he had only been helping her because she almost fell.

As a gentleman, he politely lent a hand, but unfortunately, it was caught by her eyes.

Bianca didn't believe his nonchalant explanation at all.

If he truly didn't have anything to hide, then why did Yvonne resign during her prime years of development? And wasn't his assistant the one who frequently sent gifts to the embassy?

With her overpowering jealousy,

even though Yvonne resigned in

order to clear her name and left the presidential palace many years ago,

Bianca still held a grua sheeling

her. Openly and covertly, she

isolated Wind Hall from other families and exerted economic pressure on them. Everyone, constrained by her status, had no choice but to swallow their pride.

But Cheyenne couldn't stand by and watch Yvonne being mistreated, especially when she was the head of Wind Hall. It was her duty to protect her people.

"Madam, before you mock others, take a good look at yourself." she retorted.

"Um..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Yvonne and Jay, who were standing nearby, covered her mouth. However, the words were already spoken.

Bianca naturally heard them. She looked over in disbelief, and when her gaze fell upon Cheyenne's familiar face, a trace of fear flickered in her eyes, and her voice trembled. "Selah? Aren't you supposed to be dead?"