She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 579: For Free

Cheyenne suddenly spoke up, stopping Kelvin's action. Before Kelvin could put the stone away, she quickly took it in her own hands.

"Cheyenne!" Reece exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yeah, Cheyenne, you don't keep fish at home, so what do you want with this ugly stone? If you want, I can ask a friend to bring you some colored sand," Kate said, looking surprised.

Benson, always smiling, stood silently on the side, like a beautiful scenery.

Gordon crossed his arms and calmly awaited Cheyenne's next instruction.

He believed that Miss Lawrence must have discovered something.

Cheyenne held the stone in her palm, weighing it, and then looked at the light in the room for a while.

Her actions were extremely strange, immediately drawing the attention of the others. Reece even thought she had gone crazy and waved a fair, tender hand in front of her.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Perplexed, he said, "Cheyenne, what are you doing? It's just a stone, not a precious gem. You can't see anything by looking at it in the light."

They could only stare at each other.

Cheyenne gave him a disdainful look, as if he were an idiot, and snorted, "If you don't understand, then don't speak. This is jade."

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a high-quality imperial green jade inside!"

As Cheyenne's words fell, they were followed by a series of gasps.

Kate even swallowed her saliva and once again stared intently at the ordinary and unremarkable piece of stone, as if she wanted to see through it.

"Cheyenne, are you sure? It still looks like a regular stone to me," Kate said.

"Of course I'm sure. Otherwise, how would there be a difference between humans and pigs? If you could tell it's something extraordinary, then you wouldn't be Kate," Reece immediately took the opportunity to counter Kate's remark, and she didn't hesitate to grab his ear and give it a hard tug. "You may dress like a weirdo, but you still didn't notice."

"Wasn't it you, you stupid dog, who mocked Mr. Foley earlier?"

"Hold on, who are you calling a stupid dog? Kate, you little brat, I'm your brother."

"Ugh, aren't you afraid of getting beaten to death by my brother?"

Gordon, seemingly not accustomed to the sight of the two of them arguing as soon as they met, furrowed his thick eyebrows, showing concern.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne and Kelvin had left without anyone noticing.

"Miss Lawrence?"

Gordon turned around and realized with a sudden shock that there was no one behind him.

Inside the room.

This was Kelvin's first time entering Cheyenne's bedroom, and it was different from what he had imagined. The bed was filled with pink stuffed animals and decorative paintings.

Against the wall stood a five-tiered wooden shelf, displaying a variety of antiques and trinkets she had collected from the market.

What caught Kelvin's attention the most was a jade little lion placed in the center.

It was carved lifelike, with an innocent and playful appearance, its mouth upturned as if it were running with a ball in its mouth.

Through a curtain, there was a small study with a work desk outside.

He casually glanced at the bookshelf, which contained medical classics mixed with romance novels and funny comics... two completely different styles were unexpectedly mixed together. Just like Cheyenne herself, full of mysteries.

At this moment, she raised her delicate fair hands, her arms wrapped around her back, and tied an apron.

Her golden silk-threaded eyes reflected on her palm-sized face, making her look even more delicate, and the strands of hair hanging down her temples added a touch of tenderness to her. The study was filled with the buzzing sound of a machine.

Cheyenne held the handle of the cutting machine with one hand, wearing gloves on the other hand, and carefully cut the stone.

As she watched the spinning gears gradually strip away the surface of the stone, revealing the green inside, she became excited and held her breath, her eyes shining brightly.

Cheyenne, fully engrossed in her work, caught the man's gaze. His attention had shifted from the green glow and was now fixed on her profile.

Kelvin couldn't help but watch Cheyenne as she continued cutting the stone. He stared at her intently, not wanting to blink, fearing that it would all disappear like a dream.

Suddenly, the sound of barking filled the room as a small black dog with four short legs bounded in. It ran straight to Kelvin and started barking, wagging its tail in excitement.

"Wow, Chance!" Kelvin exclaimed, finally snapping out of his daze. He crouched down and picked up the little black dog. Last time he saw it, it was as skinny. Cheyenne had been feeding it all the leftovers she couldn't finish.

So, when they entered the room, this

was the scene they saw: Kelvin sitting in a chair, resting his cheek on his hand while a sleeping puppy lay on his lap. Not far away, Cheyenne wore glasses with delicate gold rims, her face serious the

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as she gently polished Ret

remnants of rock on the surface of the jade artifact.

Reece, however, was amazed to see that the ordinary stone from earlier had transformed into a palm-sized irregular-shaped jade stone. The vibrant, dripping-green color and its smoothness indicated its high quality. It was indeed a piece of jade, just as Cheyenne had mentioned.

Kelvin had witnessed the entire process of the stone turning into a jade artifact, so he wasn't as surprised as the others. Gordon, on the other hand, noticed a jade carving of a lotus child on the bookshelf and felt a sense of familiarity.

"How does Miss Lawrence have this

carving of the lotus child?" he wondered aloud. It reminded him of a previous event when he was reassigned to the National Museum during his time at Onistead. There, they had organized a theme@event called "Let the Cultural Relics Speak," in collaboration with other

museums, and folk artists.

During the award ceremony, there was a jade carving that looked exactly like the one on Cheyenne's bookshelf. He distinctly remembered that the carving had won a gold award, and the recipient was none other than a fifteen or sixteen-year-old middle school student.

The girl had a cool and rebellious demeanor, with blonde hair and a shiny black leather jacket paired with an irregular split skirt. She seemed like a troubled teenager. However, throughout the entire process of carving the jade, she displayed unparalleled talent and

professionalism.

Unfortunately, after receiving the award, she disappeared. It was said that she was the apprentice of the renowned jade carver Freddie Baxter.