She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 598: Meeting the Head of the Hall Over here, the stage of the competition had already reached the stage where opponents were determined by draw lots. Everyone had found a match except for Mason, who was left with the unique number "0." Holding his own numbered tag, Mason's smile appeared somewhat helpless, as he spoke with a gentle voice tinged with regret, "It looks like this year, Leah won't be able to compete with me." In the previous competition, he had narrowly defeated Leah, securing the opportunity to study in Jostrana for free. He had made a pact with Leah that in the next medical competition, she would be his opponent, determined to reclaim her former glory.

However, fate had played a hand, and Leah's opponent turned out to be a stranger from Jostrana, rather than Mason. Leah didn't take this man seriously.

"Are there any more participants to enter the arena? If not, I declare that the number 0 contestant will proceed automatically to the next round of the competition!" The host stood on the platform, holding the remaining numbered tag, which fluttered in the wind.

After a few seconds had passed without response, he instinctively looked toward Abel Harrison in the audience, seeking guidance on what to do next. The latter nodded and gestured to continue.

"Alright, since there are no more participants, I hereby announce that the number 0 contestant will advance directly to the next round..." His voice still lingered in the microphone, trailing off in the ears of the audience, when suddenly, an urgent and aged voice interrupted, drawing curious glances from the crowd.

"Wait a moment, there's still one more person from Almond Hall!" Just then, Kyson was seen leading a stunningly beautiful young girl through the entrance, her steps almost flying.

Despite nearly being disqualified due to tardiness, she appeared as calm and composed as a seasoned veteran, quietly surveying the venue as if she were a casual visitor on a sightseeing tour. With wide eyes and a tilted head, she gazed at the contestants, displaying a cuteness akin to a young bird flitting about in the woods. Kyson was exasperated to find her daydreaming, and with a huff of his beard, he forcefully pushed her in front of everyone, unequivocally declaring, "This is the last contestant from our Almond Hall." As the words fell, they shocked many, all of whom looked on with various thoughts. Sensing the sudden gathering of gazes on her, Cheyenne choked momentarily, feeling a brief sense of embarrassment. However, she quickly composed herself, pursed her lips and flashed a faint smile, revealing a set of dazzling white teeth. "Hello, my nis Cheyenne. I hope to receive everyone's kind attention," she said. She was beautiful. Her voice was sweet! She looked so young. How could she possibly be a disciple of Almond Hall? Furthermore, the fact that Kyson had personally rushed her into the arena indicated that she was not an ordinary disciple. Unless she was, like Miss Owen, a natural prodigy.

But where in the world could there be so many naturally gifted prodigies? Many couldn't help but speculate in another direction; perhaps... this was just a smokescreen created by Almond Hall to conceal its declining strength over the years.

Few paid much attention to Cheyenne, with seven secretly envying Mason as the cherished protege favored by fate. Having fortuitously defeated Miss Owen last year, he had once again smoothly advanced this year.

In stark contrast, Cheyenne had becthe Representative of ill luck.

As the last to enter the arena, she would automatically be matched with the remaining opponent. It was a contest between the almost bottom and the top, with the outcalready set.

Cheyenne? Upon hearing this name, Yvonne's eyes lit up, and she trembled with excitement as she stood up from her seat. Standing in place, she gazed for a long while at the young girl before her. Her hoarse and excited voice rang out from behind Cheyenne, "Wait... Cheyenne? Are you Cheyenne?" Upon hearing someone call her name, Cheyenne subconsciously turned around, her round eyes filled with a sparkling and perplexing mist, and she looked at the elegant and beautiful woman. Pointing to her own nose, she quickly looked around, then asked, "Madam, are you calling me?" Yes, it was her.

Yvonne clearly remembered when Layne had shown her a photo of a young girl many years ago, when Cheyenne had just turned thirteen wearing a baggy, sporty school uniform, with a bit of baby fat on her cheeks. But those eyes, that nose, and that temperament... She was without a doubt Cheyenne.

Suddenly, Yvonne walked over from the judges' seat, heading straight for Cheyenne. She stopped in front of the girl, and a hint of affection and excitement emerged on her elegant face, "Girl, do you know who I am?" Cheyenne hesitated as she opened her mouth, but the words seemed to get stuck in her throat, and she shook her head, "I don't know you. Is there something you need, ma'am?"

Then, suddenly, she bowed respectfully with her hands clasped together and exclaimed, "Head of the Hall, you've finally arrived." The entire venue fell into a brief silence, and then the offshoot of the Edwards family, who had followed

Yvonne earlier, also stood up from their seats. Arranging themselves om neatly in front of Cheyenne, they O.

bowed in unison, and in a grand manner, they shouted, "Greetings to the Head of the Hall!" The atmosphere becfervent and exhilarating! They were actually calling this young girl "Head of the Hall." Could this be a joke?

Cheyenne herself was left dumbfounded on the spot. She m furrowed her delicate eyebrows, and her fair face was filled with astonishment. Parting her red lips, she calmly responded, "Are... you... all making a mistake?" This was her first visit to Onistead. Why had she inexplicably becthe Head of the Hall?