She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 402: Did Jerry Undergo Plastic Surgery?

Chapter 402: Did Jerry Undergo Plastic Surgery?

As for the third condition, Cheyenne wasn't being too excessive. She just wanted Nora to apologize to her. Unlike this dishonest mother-daughter duo, once the three conditions were met, Cheyenne would delete the video without delay.

Considering her own future, Nora had no choice but to lower her head and reluctantly offer an apology, filled with immense resentment as she left.

The smile on Cheyenne's face gradually faded as she walked upstairs, lifting her feet with each step. As soon as she entered her room, she saw black ink on the carpet and bedsheets. Not only that, her entire wardrobe had been rummaged through. It was all splattered with black ink.

The maid was frightened, with sweat dripping down her forehead. "Miss... I'm sorry. I didn't know those two would barge in."

Tanner watched with anger, pounding his fist on the door so it made a loud sound. "Damn it! If only we hadn't let them go so easily."

"Forget it, just throw away these clothes."

Cheyenne was exhausted now. She had no interest in dealing with these trivial matters anymore. She considered it as getting accidentally bitten by a mad dog. Meanwhile, on the other side...

George and his family stepped out of the villa's gate. The mother and daughter glanced back at the villa. They had been so happy when they arrived, but now they were leaving in such a disheveled state. "Let's go, Nora."

Malaya's hand barely touched Nora before the latter forcefully pushed her away, roaring with resentment in her voice. "Don't touch me! If it wasn't for you insisting on taking Cheyenne's things, she wouldn't have found out. Now I'm so embarrassed!"

Nora's unfamiliar attitude sent a chill through Malaya's heart. Wasn't it all for her own good?

Those beautiful clothes, jewelry... she just felt that Cheyenne wasn't worthy of them. Why didn't Nora have them?

And now, her daughter was even blaming her for everything.

George wanted to reprimand both of them. But seeing Malaya cry and Nora's cold demeanor as she walked away, he hesitated to speak.

"Where are you going?"

"To the art studio. Don't bother me!"

"Hey..."

Malaya heaved a sigh of guilt. It was all her fault. If she hadn't been greedy and taken so many things, Cheyenne wouldn't have caught them red-handed.

At the entrance of Akloit College, a slender figure in white slowly walked out. The warm sunlight shone on his wine-red short hair, resembling a flickering red flame. Against his fair and gentle face, with delicate features, he appeared like a beautiful youth who had stepped out of a manga.

Everyone was mesmerized, and the passing female students seemed lost in time.

Suddenly, a book fell to the ground, its pages rustling in the breeze. It happened to land at his feet.

Jerry quickly looked down, bending over to pick it up. He extended his slender, well-defined hand and handed it to her.

His voice was clear and magnetic, "Here you go, miss. Your book."

He smiled slightly, leaving the girl dumbfounded as she stared at the boy in front of her, unable to even speak.

"Tha-thank you."

Belatedly, she extended her hand and took the book, and at the same time, noticed his hand.

Oh my god!

Not only was he incredibly handsome, even his hand was so good-looking!

It was simply unfair.

"You're welcome."

The youth raised his red lips in a light smile, casually flicking his bangs off his forehead. He put his hand in his pocket and swaggered away from the envious gazes.

Even when he had walked far away, the girl with long hair holding the book still stood rooted to the spot, staring foolishly at the textbook in her hand. How lucky!

A handsome guy helped her pick up the book and even smiled at her.

The bell for class rang, sounding like a death knell in the ears of the students. The boy who was using the restroom hastily pulled up his pants, and ran towards the classroom.

As he ran, he reminded his buddy, "Jerry, hurry up. It is Justine's class today. If you're late, you might end up on her blacklist."

"Got it, you go ahead," Jerry's nonchalant voice came from the cubicle. He casually flicked the cigarette butt into the toilet, flushed it, and then walked to the mirror. He admired his glorious good looks, happily washed his hands, and once again tidied his bangs. Humming a tune, he headed towards the classroom.

On the podium, a middle-aged female teacher dressed plainly, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, appeared stern and inflexible. Justine was notorious for being ruthless and often threatened students with failing their final exams.

Jerry, as the "underachiever" in the class, had ended up on Justine's blacklist countless times. Every year, he would fail the final exams.

Today was the final exam, and if he was late again, he would surely fail the subject.

As the time drew near, there was still no sign of Jerry. Several students secretly sneered in their hearts.

"Where's Jerry?"

"If he doesn't show up soon, I'll mark him as absent!"

With a stern expression, Justine picked up Jerry's exam paper. She was about to write "absent" on it when she heard footsteps behind the door.

A white figure emerged against the light, and his vibrant red short hair was tousled by the breeze, exuding a rebellious vibe.

His slender figure and delicate facial features, reminiscent of peach blossoms, were breathtaking. Everyone's mind went blank. Who was this?

"Jerry?"

Justine looked at the person before her with disbelief, surprised as she pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Good day, teacher. Sorry, I had to go to the restroom just now."

With a smile, he confidently walked to his seat, radiating an air of confidence and indifference.

Justine quickly realized what had happened. She compared the picture on the student list with the person in front of her, and indeed, it was her student, Jerry. His features hadn't changed; only his fashion sense and skin had improved.

Previously, Jerry's face was covered in acne, leaving behind red blemishes. They had healed quite a bit, with only some faint marks that were barely noticeable.

Curious and unable to contain their excitement, many people secretly observed Jerry during the exam.

When it was time to collect the exam papers at the end of the day, he was already surrounded by a group of girls, who were enthusiastically complimenting his good looks.

"Jerry, did you encounter a fairy? How did you suddenly become so handsome?"

"Yeah, it's like a completely different person! Did you secretly go for plastic surgery?"

"How much did it cost? I want to go too. So envious!"