She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 644: Auntie Gracie Cheyenne had another question, "So, what does it eat here?" "Becoming a demigod, it naturally doesn't need to eat anything." Were there really gods in this world? She looked up again at the shrine, and the bookshelves had returned to their original state, with the shrine and the snake nowhere to be seen.

Only the box in her hand and the scattered books on the ground indicated that everything that had just happened was real.

Sam noticed that she was still lost in thought and his gaze fell on the box in her hand. "Miss Lawrence, why don't you take a look at what's inside this box?" His behavior was strange. Why was he so concerned about the box in her hand? From snatching it from her earlier to now reminding her to open it, it seemed like he was the one who was curious about what was inside.

A mischievous and adorable light flickered in her bright apricot eyes as she deliberately picked up the box and, under his gaze, quietly opened it just a crack.

Just as Sam was about to lean in to take a look...

"Snap." The box was closed again, the crack completely sealed.

"I'm not interested in seeing what's inside right now. That'll do." Sam smiled faintly without saying anything, his gaze on Cheyenne showing even more interest and appreciation.

"If there's nothing else here, I'll take my leave. Miss Lawrence, take care. If I hadn't helped you light the incense in the shrine earlier, the consequences could have been extraordinary." Incense? Only then did Cheyenne lower her head and notice a broken half of an incense stick on the ground.

So, the snake didn't eat food but incense. No wonder it wasn't hungry.

However, why didn't Abel inform her in advance about the need to light incense? "Miss Lawrence, what happened inside?" Sam asked.

Just as they were about to discuss what happened inside, they heard the concerned voice of the librarian from outside the door. He had gone out to eat a watermelon and happened to hear a loud "bang" coming from inside. Cheyenne looked at the scattered wood chips and books on the floor, her guilty conscience making her swallow nervously. Her black and white eyes met Sam's, and in that silent exchange, Sam, being exceptionally intelligent, could easily guess her intentions.

"I can take you out. I'm starting to miss the taste of soup dumplings." "Sounds good! Let's go!" "Follow me." Surprisingly, Sam reached out to hold her hand, but Cheyenne frowned and dodged perfectly.

"No need, I can walk by myself." As she spoke, she adjusted her skirt and followed along.

Sam glanced at his empty hand intentionally, feeling a tinge of regret.

"Miss Lawrence, this way." It turned out that there was a skylight on the second floor of the attic. By climbing out through it and crossing a tall barrier wall, the branches of a towering tree extended from outside the wall to the roof. By stepping on these branches, they could climb smoothly outside the wall and leave.

Outside the wall, an inconspicuous ordinary sedan was parked, waiting for them.

From a distance, they saw the car start and drive toward their direction.

The car window rolled down.

Inside was an astonishingly beautiful face. The woman wore a black leather jacket and had her hair tied up high in a ponytail, with long and slender legs.

Her cherry-red lips curved into a half-smile as she looked at the two of them.

"Miss Lawrence, what a coincidence, we meet again." Cheyenne narrowed her beautiful eyes. This woman... wasn't she the representative of the Lucas family who appeared on the judging panel during the competition? Why was she with this man? The reason they deliberately stopped here... He didn't explain why he appeared at the Presidential Library. "Hello, beautiful lady." A cute smile played on Cheyenne's lips.

This address made Gracie chuckle softly. With a domineering gaze enhanced by Western-style makeup, she looked at Cheyenne, and in that brief moment of eye contact her pupils contracted.

Cheyenne's mind went blank, her awareness focused on the green glow in Gracie's eyes.

As she watched the black pupils gradually turn into small green dots, the dots continued to expand, and finally spun... turning into beautiful and extraordinary pear/f Her eyelids felt heavy.

She yawned, and her once bright and lively eyes gradually becnumb and hollow.

"Miss Lawrence, you're so adorable. Perhaps... you should callAuntie?" Gracie looked at her transformation with satisfaction, her seductive and tempting voice slowly ringing in Cheyenne's ears.

"Good girl, you must be tired. Sleep if you're tired, have a good sleep... Look into my eyes, you're very sleepy now." Cheyenne obediently closed her eyes.

Just as Gracie was about to proceed to the next step, Cheyenne's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open again, her gaze still a bit drowsy and adorable. She seemed as confused as someone who had just woken up. After a few seconds, she absentmindedly touched the back of her head.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say? I forgot..." It was as if she had sleepwalked for a while. Her consciousness seemed to have left the palace and suddenly saw her grandfather's figure ahead.

Only after Cheyenne regained her clarity did she realize that she was standing in front of the car, having this conversation with them, and hadn't left the palace. Was the feeling from earlier just her imagination? Gracie couldn't believe it and pinched her palm, her smile unchanged, still elegant and intellectual.

What just happened? She had just hypnotized Cheyenne, but the latter woke up in an instant.

Was it because Cheyenne had a strong willpower, or was her hypnosis technique weakening? The latter was unlikely, as Gracie could control the other person for ten minutes when she first learned hypnosis. Once she becproficient, she could permanently hypnotize people.

Perhaps it was because there were surrounding noises that affected the effectiveness of her hypnosis.

Oh well, she could only wait for the next opportunity.

"It's nothing. I was just asking you where you live. I can give you a ride back." "Thank you, beautiful lady, but it's not necessary. I'm going to Wind Hall, which is very close by. I can walk there."

With those words, Cheyenne turned and left with a smile. Her slender the figure stretched under the setting sun. The cold wind lifted her long hair as she gradually walked away. Behind Cheyenne's view, Gracie and Sam also drove away.

She deliberately stopped and looked back at the receding car.

They had already left.

The car smoothly drove on the road, and the elegant man sitting in the back seat admired the scenery passing by with appreciative eyes.

The city lights were just beginning to shine, and neon lights lit up on the streets. The sunset cast a crimson glow between two tall buildings. Coincidentally, the light fell on his womanish face, and for a moment, his eyes were filled with indiscernible golden radiance.