Chapter 99: He's Crazy to Worry About Her
A man approached Cheyenne and stopped. Looking down, he calmly lifted her hand, slowly opening her fist. He placed car keys in her palm. A chilling voice filled her ear. "You can't even drive properly. Why do you think Iker would marry you? And besides, the Todd family is too complicated for someone like you to manipulate."
His words implied she shouldn't expect to marry Iker. Cheyenne, however, was confused. When had she ever wanted to marry him? She wasn't delusional. If she wanted to marry, plenty of men would line up. Kelvin, clearly, saw her as someone who'd use her body to climb the social ladder.
"Mr. Foley is so kind," Cheyenne sneered. "Instead of wasting time on this, why don't you check on your childhood sweetheart, Miss Berry?"
She brushed past him, deliberately bumping his shoulder. "Get out of my way!" She walked toward a luxury car, resolute and determined, without looking back.
"You! You really don't know what's good for you!" Kelvin gritted his teeth, a cold light flashing in his eyes. His previous snakebite incident highlighted the danger of Cheyenne's involvement with Iker—it could even lead to death. He believed their relationship would be disastrous. He'd prefer she choose Omari, an illegitimate son of the Lara family, despite his lower status. Omari, however, was self-made and possessed significant potential.
These thoughts left Kelvin feeling insane. "I must be insane!" he muttered, standing for a moment.
Meanwhile, Cheyenne sped down the road in her luxury car, in a foul mood. She recklessly ran numerous red lights, weaving through the city at breakneck speed.
Returning to the Lawrence Villa, she found her stepmother and step-siblings relaxed on the sofa. Malaya embroidered, Nora sorted paintings, and Sean, typically lazy, propped his feet on the coffee table, eating watermelon while watching TV, occasionally chatting with Nora.
"Sis, your painting is getting better and better! You'll definitely win first place," Sean declared.
Cheyenne had been working long hours and was rarely home, let alone painting.
Nora smiled proudly. "Exactly! I'm definitely going to win."
Sean, impressed with his sister's talent, disparaged Cheyenne. "That good-for-nothing Cheyenne can't compare to you. She hasn't even painted once. She might as well not participate." [The promotional text "Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality" has been removed as it is irrelevant to the text and likely spam.]
A cold laugh echoed from the doorway. "It's not very nice to gossip, little brother."
They turned to see Cheyenne in a black maid's outfit, looking like she'd stepped from a comic book. Nora exchanged a significant glance with Malaya.
"Cheyenne, you're back. Have you eaten?" Malaya asked kindly, offering to have food prepared.
Cheyenne ignored her, coldly replying, "No need, thanks," before going upstairs.
Minutes later, George returned home, looking disheveled. Malaya greeted him, taking his jacket. Sean straightened up. George grunted in acknowledgment. Nora showed her father her painting, brimming with pride. He praised her talent and hard work, offering his support.
Nora immediately saw an opportunity. She wanted to attend an art exhibition that weekend to expand her artistic horizons. The exhibition was organized by the Chulae Calligraphy and Painting Association, whose president was an acquaintance of Layne, whose artwork was also featured. The exhibition was exclusive and expensive, accessible only to accomplished artists. Layne's grandfather had been working hard to secure this event.
George hesitated. His relationship with Layne was strained. How could he ask Layne to take Nora?
Malaya intervened. "Honey, this is a great opportunity. Besides, your father-in-law will surely bring Cheyenne." She reasoned that having Layne take Nora would be no extra burden.
George agreed. Layne, knowing Cheyenne would be there, wouldn't refuse.