She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 683: The Oiran

How could it be that person she had seen before? Even if the oiran held a high status, she was still a courtesan, serving men. As for that woman Cheyenne thought about, she had no need to engage in such activities.

After coming back to her senses, Cheyenne smiled lightly at Yvonne, pulling her hat up and exhaling a breath of hot air.

"Alright, the oiran has gone far enough. Yvonne, let's go back to soak in the hot springs and get a good night's sleep."

"Yes, we still need to attend the state banquet tonight. Let's go."

After a short rest at the hotel, the morning passed by quickly. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the scheduled styling team arrived at the hotel.

This time, they represented Chulae and were invited to the state banquet in Jostrana. To be more specific, it was a form of diplomacy, not to be taken lightly. Cheyenne chose a black V-neck evening dress, with her wavy hair flowing down. The stylist braided one side of her long hair into a rose at the back of her head.

A handmade hairpin with a Jostrana charm was added, making her look as sweet as a fairy descending to earth. After all the grooming, it was already dusk. The car that came to pick them up was parked outside the main entrance.

"Okay."

Hearing the stylist's instruction, he snapped his fingers, waking Cheyenne from her half-sleep.

The young girl slowly lifted her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror with calm, dark eyes. With an expressionless face, she lightly pursed her red lips. "Thanks." She didn't utter a word of praise despite her own beauty, as if it was just an ordinary matter.

"Miss Lawrence, your face is truly a work of God, it's so perfect, with flawless fair skin! I love doing your makeup; you're my most perfect creation in my lifetime." Faced with his overwhelming compliments, Cheyenne responded with a faint "Oh" in a casual tone as she stood up from the chair and headed towards the door.

She casually picked up a black coat and wrapped herself in it. Her calm voice reached the stylist's ears.

"I don't think being beautiful serves much purpose in this world. It doesn't make the world fair to you just because you look beautiful."

Tsk tsk...

The stylist shook his head. "Miss Lawrence, what about those girls who desperately want plastic surgery and makeup?"

"They can live their lives however they want."

Miss Lawrence, looking sexy and sweet, seemed so cold and indifferent, her personality forming a complete contrast with her appearance.

The location of the state banquet was chosen at the highest standard local hotel. The venue was already closed off before the formal start, prohibiting unrelated persons from entering.

Two rows of more than ten smartly dressed security guards stood there with a majestic aura.

The accumulated snow at the hotel entrance had been cleared, and the long red carpet stretched from the pedestrian walkway to the hotel lobby.

In this freezing winter season, amidst the ice and frost, the fresh roses were bright and fragrant.

A variety of luxury cars were parked along the road, easily recognizable as a luxury car show.

In the media's spotlight, a bright red Maserati cool sports car was seen driving towards the hotel, slowly parking at the hotel's entrance.

The car window came down, revealing a figure clad in military green.

A young man in a olive-green military uniform, with perfect and distinct contours, prominent and fierce eyebrows, and a pair of narrow, deep-set and calm eyes.

His handsomeness differed from that of a typical Jostrana man; his body exuded an imposing air.

Following closely behind him was

another elegant young man in a sapphire blue suit, donning a

refreshin

short hair, a blue jacket

paired with a light yellow shirt, adorned with a touch of ruby brooch

at the chest.

The snow reflected on the ruby brooch, shining magnificently on his face, understated yet luxurious.

"Cheyenne, the ground is slippery, let me support you."

"Be careful; don't step on your dress."

With these words, Eddie carefully held the wrist of a charming young girl, his gaze full of gentle radiance, making the pair become the most beautiful scenery under the spotlight. Iker, on the other hand, silently pondered why he was a step behind, his outstretched hand awkwardly pausing in mid-air, a fleeting moment of frustration crossing his face. Yvonne walked ahead with Kyson, both of them having participated in many diplomatic events like this before, showing no signs of panic.

With firm steps and radiant expressions, they walked gracefully on the red carpet, their friendly and approachable demeanor evident as they spoke and laughed. "Grandpa, wait for me!"

Leah was slightly slower getting out

of the car, as her long dress

accidentally got caught under the car seat. After struggling to free it and finally getting out of the car, she saw Eddie supporting Cheyenne as they walked away. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The sight of them, one in black and the other in blue, walking at almost the same height, resembled a perfect couple.

Feeling a pang of jealousy, Leah clenched her teeth and muttered under her breath, criticizing Cheyenne for being a vixen who couldn't stay put despite being pregnant.

Since Eddie was unwilling to hold her hand, she reluctantly extended her hand towards the icy-faced Iker, elegantly offering it to him.

Unexpectedly, Iker looked down on her condescendingly with his gaze, seemingly not noticing her silent "invitation." He lifted his long leg, took a big step, and simply brushed past her. This was embarrassing.

She had been rejected...

And it happened in front of so many media cameras. Leah's face turned slightly red with anger, and her eyes widened in a round shape.

Mason, who was at the back, witnessed the whole scene. He couldn't help but touch his own nose, hesitated for a moment, and decided to save Miss Owen's face. "Miss Owen, let me support you."

He revealed a bright and sunny smile, and his neat, fair and dazzling white teeth were dazzling.

With his arm extended, he signaled that Leah could hook her arm with his and enter the venue together.

"No need, thanks!"

Leah had been rejected by two men in a row, and her current mood was like a volcano on the verge of eruption. She found Mason's attempt to please her to be repulsive and snorted. She wouldn't settle for second best!

She coldly rejected Mason's kind gesture.

Fortunately, he was not someone petty, just awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb, shaking his head in resignation.

He thought, 'I couldn't possibly have offended Miss Owen, right? Why was she brimming with anger? Comparatively, Miss Lawrence, with her cold exterior and warm interior, seemed more adorable.' Unfortunately, she already had two great escorts by her side.