Chapter 8: You Might Be the One Getting Lost

Nora’s delicate face turned red. She stared fiercely at the jade bracelet as if wanting to smash it into pieces.

“See? It’s not yours. Even if you wear it, you’ll only embarrass yourself,” Cheyenne sneered.

Malaya held her daughter’s delicate hand and exclaimed in distress at the red mark around Nora’s slender wrist. “My precious daughter, your hands are meant for playing music and drawing. What if they get injured?”

Upon hearing this, George also looked grim. “Cheyenne, can’t you just give it to her? Do you have to be so petty? She is your sister!”

“Sister? My mom only gave birth to me! As for Nora stealing my things and messing up my bedroom without permission… what kind of sister is she?” Cheyenne remained arrogant and domineering as always.

“Took it off. I’m giving you back your bracelet!” Nora took a deep breath and exerted all her strength to remove the bracelet from her wrist. She then stuffed it into Cheyenne’s arms.

Cheyenne narrowed her eyes and looked coldly at the mother and daughter. “Is that all? You owe me much more than just this bracelet.”

“What else do you want?” Nora asked.

“My room restored to its original state, with all the decorations returned to their right places! If you don’t remember what they were, I can get a list from my grandfather.”

Although the Edwards family had declined, old Mr. Edwards, Cheyenne’s grandfather, was well-known in Yrose not only because he was once an entrepreneur but also because of his extensive knowledge and reputation in the art world.

The antiques that were given to Selah were handpicked by him, so he had a detailed list.

Next week, Nora would be participating in a prestigious painting competition where first prize included an invitation to study at the Royal Academy of Arts in Briyra – one of the top art schools in the world. She was determined to win.

Old Mr. Edwards happened to be one of the judges for this competition; if he found out about their theft from Cheyenne, she would surely face dire consequences.

Nora’s face turned dark at just imagining how badly she could lose face.

She looked anxiously towards Malaya who felt reluctant to return such a large sum of money back to Cheyenne.

“Well…Cheyenne, it’s been over a year since you came back last time. Now you suddenly want me to go find those things, I’ll have to spend some time.”

“Fine, one week. I’m only giving you one week to handle it! Now, first clean up my room!”

Cheyenne stood at the door with her arms crossed, enjoying the look of frustration on Nora’s face.

Damn, this feels good.

George sighed, what was going on here? He was growing increasingly annoyed with Cheyenne; his daughter was becoming more and more difficult to manage.

“Okay, I’ll go get someone to clean it up right away,” Malaya replied quietly.

Upstairs there were people making noise. As soon as the boy walked up to the door, he could hear them.

“Mom, what are you guys doing? It’s so noisy!”

On the sofa his Thalia Nora was quietly sobbing; the atmosphere in the room was extremely heavy and stagnant.

In contrast stood a woman wearing a long black dress; she sat lazily with her legs crossed in an elegant posture.

Her chestnut-colored hair cascaded down behind her head in delicate curls held together by just one wine-red butterfly bowtie that shimmered silkily under the light.

She looked like a fairy who could enchant anyone into losing their soul at any moment.

This is Cheyenne?

It had been so long since they last saw each other – how did she change so much?

“Sean, you’re back?”

When Malaya saw the visitor, she quickly restrained the bleak smile on her face and forced herself to appear gentle.

The boy is the son of Malaya and George, three years younger than Cheyenne. He just turned eighteen this year and is in his senior year at Sunshine High School.

His results are even worse than Cheyenne’s.

He is a notorious school bully.

At seventeen years old, he is already six feet tall, slightly taller than George. Despite having a delicate and pretty face, Sean always manages to get into trouble by doing mischievous things.

He’s immature and selfish!

Cheyenne doesn’t like her younger brother at all. Coincidentally, the latter also hates her extremely.

Upon seeing the sadness on his mother’s face and hearing his Thalia crying, Sean immediately understood what was happening.

He took a step forward and shouted loudly at Cheyenne, “Did you bully my mom and sister again?”

The sound was so loud that Cheyenne found it a bit harsh. She lazily reached out and rubbed her slightly painful eardrums.

She gave him a glance and said, “I’m not deaf. I can hear you without you shouting at me. Your mother and sister have an itchy neck and make some noise, why blame me?”

Listen, what nonsense is this being said!

Nora stopped crying immediately. She stared blankly, realizing that if she continued to cry, it would only confirm Cheyenne’s words.

Her hand on her knee clenched into a fist, allowing her nails to sink in her palm, causing her to inhale a cold breath in pain.

Meanwhile, Sean became even more certain of his guess, and when he saw the discarded photo frame in the corridor, he was so angry that he wanted to kill Cheyenne.

“Cheyenne, you’re a bitch. Who are you to throw away my sister’s things? Get out! You’re not welcome here!”

Those paintings were all painted by his sister staying up late at night. They are so well-painted that any one of them taken out casually can be considered a work of art.

Now, they are like a pile of garbage thrown there. It’s really heartbreaking.

The fierce look of the boy is just like that of an enraged monkey in the zoo – ridiculous!

Cheyenne’s expression remained unchanged as she reached out and flicked the curly hair at her chest, chuckling lightly. “You want me to leave? I’m afraid it’s you who should be leaving!”

“What do you mean?” Sean frowned and asked back, unwilling to accept it.

“You’ll have to ask Dad about this, whose name is this house really under!”

As soon as she mentioned it, George’s face changed and a hint of difficulty appeared in his pupils. “This…”

“What? Dad, have you forgotten that this house was given to you and Mom by Grandpa when you got married?”

“The house is under my mother’s name. She passed away, and the house was inherited by me. Sean, who do you think should really leave?”

After Cheyenne spoke, Malaya and her children stood there for a long time without daring to answer.

Especially Nora, she knew the Edwards family was wealthy, but she didn’t expect that even this villa belonged to the Edwards family.

You have to know that in Akloit now, every inch of land is precious. This villa has an area of more than 950 square yards. If it were auctioned off, it would fetch at least fifty million!