She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 399: Give My Things Back

Chapter 399: Give My Things Back

On the ground lay a number of things - clothes, a diamond necklace, a gold bracelet, even Cheyenne's pearl earrings. This mother and daughter were truly insatiable.

Malaya felt embarrassed, her face turning red as she trembled and dared not look her husband in the eye. Her gaze fell on Cheyenne's shoes, noticing the wounds on her feet, which surprised her. Meanwhile, Nora tightened her grip on the strap of her bag. She couldn't let Cheyenne replace any evidence against her; she absolutely couldn't!

Feeling the disdainful gazes of everyone, George felt like his dignity was stomped on the ground. It was truly embarrassing.

Tanner quickly recognized the items and pointed to the cherry blossom diamond necklace on the floor. "Isn't this Miss Lawrence's? I saw Miss Lawrence wearing it last week..."

Cheyenne, leaning against the door with her arms crossed, looked at the mother and daughter in front of her with a mocking smile. "Don't be silly, why would Malaya steal my things to give them back to me?" "This kind of shameless act... Malaya is known in high society for being virtuous and elegant. How could she do something like this?"

Cheyenne didn't use foul language, but Malaya's face turned even redder with embarrassment.

With an awkward smile, Malaya said, "Cheyenne... don't misunderstand. I bought these things, they might have gotten mixed up with yours."

Cheyenne walked over with a smile, her bright eyes shining like stars, piercing into Malaya's soul, causing her to feel a panicked sense of being exposed. "Oh, I see. So, Malaya, how would you come to see me carrying so many jewelry and clothes? Could it be that you didn't come to see me at all?"

Layne understood everything and sneered, stroking his beard. He glanced at Nora, deep in thought. "It's true, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Cheyenne, check the surveillance footage and see if anyone entered your room."

"Sure, I can also test out the newly installed hidden camera. Since my foot's not in good condition, Tanner, would you like to go to the study and fetch my computer?"

What! There was surveillance in the house.

With this revelation, both Malaya and Nora truly panicked, too scared to look at Cheyenne. Sweat formed on their foreheads.

Having lived together for over a decade, George understood their reactions with just one glance. Not only did his wife take Cheyenne's belongings, but even his usually obedient daughter took something too. If Cheyenne were to present the surveillance footage, there would be no room for turning things around.

George took the opportunity to snatch the bag from Nora's shoulder and opened it. Inside, he found a diamond tassel necklace.

"What is this?" he forcefully questioned.

Trembling, Nora answered in a small voice, "It's... it's a gift from a friend. This is mine, not Cheyenne's."

It was a Cartier diamond necklace with a snowflake cut and a pink tourmaline embedded in it. The irregular tassels cascaded from short to long.

It was part of the famous cherry blossom series, with only three pieces released worldwide. The necklace Cheyenne had was a gift from Benson three years ago, but she had never worn it because it was too precious. She clearly remembered keeping it in a wooden box.

"You claim that it's your necklace, then you should know that there is a matching cherry blossom pink crystal bracelet. Nora, since your friend gave this to you, why don't you show me the bracelet?" George sternly demanded.

Nora couldn't have anticipated all of this and hearing Cheyenne's words, she became as restless as an ant on a hot pan, unsure of what to do.

Desperately struggling, she said, "I left the bracelet at home and didn't bring it with me."

"Is that so? Well, I happen to have mine." Cheyenne laughed and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a pink bracelet on her fair wrist.

The pink flowers on it were identical in shape and material to the ones on the necklace.

Nora bit her lip with a look of grievance, her eyes filled with misty tears. "Sis, it's highly likely that there's another version available for sale."

"The computer is here!" Tanner shouted from upstairs and hurried downstairs.

Seeing the situation, George didn't dare to continue. He raised his hand in anger and gave Nora a resounding slap across her face.

"Smack!"

As her pretty and tender face swelled with a red mark, Nora fell into Malaya's arms, crying pitifully. "Dad, how could you... how could you hit me for Cheyenne?" She could no longer trust her father. "You're wrong. He didn't do it for me, but for his own reputation," Cheyenne said coldly.

Cheyenne smiled faintly, her gaze lingering on Nora as she extended her delicate and fair hand, palm open. Tanner placed the laptop onto her hand, and she looked at the screen with a pleased expression. Her slender and nimble fingers moved quickly, and soon an unbelievable scene appeared on the screen.

Malaya and Nora had indeed entered her room just ten minutes ago. When they came out, their guilty expressions were quite obvious. Cheyenne turned the laptop to face George, who saw everything. He abruptly shook off Malaya's arm that was linked with his own.

"Shameful! Truly shameful! Why did you two have to do something like this?" He wondered if he had mistreated them in any way. Yet they resorted to such vain and thieving behavior. If this got out, his reputation would be ruined.

He had no choice but to lower his head and shamelessly beg Cheyenne for forgiveness. "Cheyenne, I beg you. Please, for the sake of them being your mother and sister, spare them this once, okay?" When had George ever been so submissive in front of her? From childhood to adulthood, his eyes had only been on Nora and Sean, while she was treated as someone dispensable. In their encounters, it was either scolding or physical abuse. Besides giving life, George had done nothing for her.

Often, it was the so-called relatives who were the cruelest people in the world. They used the excuse of "blood relations" as a means to kidnap and devour your soul without any bottom line.

Cheyenne could never forget the superior look on Malaya's face when she asked her for pocket money during her childhood. It was as if she were a beggar pleading for alms.

"Mother? Sister? They thought about claiming my belongings before my death. What makes you think they are worthy of my family? Now that the evidence is clear, Tanner, call the police," Cheyenne ordered.

"Yes."

As soon as Cheyenne finished speaking, Malaya dropped to her knees in front of her.

The whole scene was met with astonishment!