She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 600: Blank Sheet Kyson couldn't help but shiver as he shot an exasperated glance at Cheyenne.

"Cheyenne, during the competition... is it appropriate to be eating ice cream? Is that something you should be indulging in?" Moreover, can a pregnant woman eat ice cream in the middle of winter? Elegantly adjusting the sleeves of her coat, Cheyenne's eyes met her opponent, Mason.

With a radiant smile that outshone all the flowers in the world, she declared, "I must win the championship in today's match!" As her words fell, Mason fell into a moment of silence.

What should I do? Her smile is too beautiful. How do I respond to her? Coughing softly, he blushed and replied earnestly, "Miss Lawrence, I will do my best." As a grown man, he couldn't afford to lose face so easily.

Regardless of the result of the competition, at the very least, he represented the reputation of Moon Hall and had to stand his ground.

Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, faintly smiling, "I hope you don't disappoint me." Standing on the side, Yvonne clasped her hands together in prayer, her eyes sparkling as she watched Cheyenne.

"Cheyenne, you can do it!" Her fangirl-like expression left Cheyenne somewhat amused.

The competition officially began.

The first round was quite simple, focusing on basic pharmacology.

The box contained various prescriptions, both Eastern and Western, randomly chosen.

Upon drawing her topic, Emily deliberately extended her leg to block Cheyenne's path.

In that split second, Cheyenne leaped lightly, targeting the back of Emily's heel and gave it a kick.

Attempting to trick her like this was too childish.

Since her elementary school days, she had encountered countless people like this, and without exception, they all ended up in a sorry state.

Emily winced in pain, her face turning pale, struggling to hold the box, which seemed on the verge of tipping over, when Cheyenne reached out and steadied it with her hand just in time.

In the moment their eyes met, Emily's gaze turned as cold and resentful as if she wanted to tear Cheyenne apart.

"Cheyenne, how dare you kick me? Are you looking for trouble?" The young girl smiled calmly as she reached into the box and picked up a piece of paper, whispering something into her ear that only they could hear.

"Is this all the tricks the President's daughter has?" "Miss Davidson, please mind your expressions; we're in public, after all." "Your adoptive father is watching us. I wonder if he saw what just happened. Haha!" Cheyenne leisurely held the paper, squeezing it in her hand, showing it to the audience below.

She then gracefully turned around, her figure elegant and delicate, like a little butterfly.

Despicable! Emily was trembling with anger. She was caught off guard when she met her adoptive father's gaze.

He was looking at her with a stern and displeased expression.

Severe and extraordinary.

In an instant, Emily wilted, resembling a flower that had been frostbitten.

Before long, a middle-aged man in a black suit walked up to the stage and stopped next to Emily.

The man was the butler of the Harrison family and also the assistant to the President.

He was known for being impartial and stern.

"Miss Emily, Mr. Harrison said if you're not feeling well, you can go back and rest." Go back and rest? Is her adoptive father warning her? He must have seen the scene where she made things difficult for Cheyenne earlier. But why is her adoptive father speaking up for Cheyenne? Emily's face turned from purple to pale as she put on a flattering smile for Abel, her voice soft. "Fletcher, I'm fine." "That's good." Fletcher didn't accept her attempts to be coy and just walked away coldly after speaking.

In the audience below the stage.

Abel held a teacup and blew gently as he listened to a mocking voice in his ear.

"How could Mr. Harrison, the wise leader of our country, choose such an adopted daughter?" Abel calmly sipped his tea, not bothering to lift his head as he softly replied, "These small matters are all handled by my wife." In other words, he had nothing to do with it.

However, the woman sneered after hearing his reply and continued, "Cheyenne is the one I've set my sights on." Finally, Abel raised his head, his gaze falling on the enchanting face of the woman.

"Phoenix, I remember you strongly dislike anyone more beautiful than you in this world." "She is my daughter-in-law!" Abel shook his head repeatedly and sighed, "What a pity, Kelvin... I quite like him." As soon as Kelvin was mentioned, the gaze of the Phoenix turned cold, and her eyes fixed on Cheyenne's lower abdomen.

There was a mix of complicated emotions in her gaze.

While other participants had started answering the questions, Cheyenne still crossed her arms and stared crossed her blankly at the exam paper without writing anything. The audience couldn't help but start discussing. Disciples of Almond Hall: "What is she doing? She doesn't know how to answer the questions? Why did Mr. Owen choose someone like her to represent us? We have more capable people in our hall!" People from Moon Hall expressed

their sarcasm, "You guys from Almond Hall are really living up to your reputation First, there was Leah, who caused a miscarriage, and now there's a pretentious woman." As their voices fell, laughter erupted around them.

Leah's face blushed even more, and she clenched her fists, feeling as though those mocking voices were curses swirling in her mind.

Her once glorious reputation was ruined because of one surgery.

Meanwhile, her opponent continued to look at the test paper in his hands without answering, similar to how Cheyenne was behaving. Leah thought to herself: I'll reclaim the success that I lost from Cheyenne! Fifteen minutes quickly passed.

One by one, the participants handed in their answer sheets.

Just as everyone expected, Cheyenne becthe first person to submit her paper.

She hadn't written a single answer from start to finish.

Mocking laughter filled the air from her opponents and the audience, "Cheyenne must have seen how amazing Mason is, so she gave up struggling." "Not just her, did you notice? That man from Jostrana didn't write any answers either. He only wrote his name!" The surprised exclamation was quickly interrupted by a friend beside them.

X "What's so surprising about that? One cto broaden his horizons, the other cto make up the numbers. It's normal for them to submit blank sheets."