She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 690: The Miller Family Cheyenne couldn't believe she had just casually retorted back to this man and that moment happened to be captured by the media.

It quickly spread through an international chat app, where many Chulae people were seeking out Jostrana's anseries, TV s, movies, and more. Spopular content creators would livestream their experiences as international students.

This grand banquet, hosted by Jostrana's high society for the Chulae delegation becthe perfect material for these content creators.

Among them was a wealthy Chulae girl whose screen nwas "Mermaid," and who was studying in Jostrana. Due to her family's wealth, she managed to obtain an invitation to the banquet and livestreamed the event to her viewers through her mobile phone.

Cheyenne's remark, "I am a daughter you will never have," becthe most exhilarating moment in tonight's video for the content creators. Coupled with her sweet and innocent face, resembling a delicate doll in a shop display, with her fair and flawless skin. The black evening gown accentuated her fair complexion even more.

The A-line skirt perfectly concealed her pregnant belly, elongating her legs and showcasing Cheyenne's gracefully curved figure. Her beauty, as if emerging from a fairy tale, radiated with a faint smile, causing the entire hall to pale in comparison.

When this livestream video reached Chulae, sfans in the chat room spontaneously took screenshots and created numerous hot catchphrases: With Cheyenne's sweet and aloof voice, the visuals were captivating, igniting the trend. It quickly becviral on certain social media platforms, and even spopular bloggers and influencers joined in, causing a frenzy of shares and comments.

Meanwhile, Rohan displayed great magnanimity. He nodded and agreed with what Cheyenne had just said. There was a touch of resignation and disappointment in his voice as he spoke, "I have three daughters, but none of them are as clever and amiable as Miss Lawrence." "Oh, by the way, Miss Lawrence, please cwith me. My five sons are also here," he added.

With a faint smile on his face, Rohan led the way, briskly walking towards the other end of the hall, urging Cheyenne to keep up with his pace. Finally, as Cheyenne followed his footsteps and reached the other end of the hall, she spotted several men seated on a white European-style sofa.

In the center sat a man in his early thirties, dressed in a traditional black attire and wearing brown wooden clogs. He sported the traditional Jostrana hairstyle, with a bald head glistening under the shimmering Swarovski crystal chandelier.

Despite the unattractive hairstyle, it didn't diminish his handsfeatures in the slightest. His chiselled facial features, captivating eyes, prominent nose, and tightly pursed lips exuded an air of attractiveness. Rohan introduced him, saying, "This is my eldest son, Marcel Miller." Cheyenne couldn't help but ask, "Why is he bald?" It was her first tseeing a bald person in Jostrana after spending so many days in the country. She knew that winters here were cold, and having a bald head would naturally make it even colder.

Marcel gently parted his lips and politely but distantly responded to Cheyenne's question, "Because I'm a monk." Yes, she heard it right! Marcel, the eldest son of the Miller family and the 38th generation descendant, who was originally the most likely candidate for inheriting the family, had chosen to give up and beca monk.

The next moment, something even more astonishing happened.

A cute and delicate little girl ventured forward from the crowd.

She was ga miniature version of a robe with bangs and shoulder-length hair. A handmade hairpin made of osmanthus flowers adorned her temple as she clumsily made her way towards Marcel.

In a sweet and adorable voice, she called out "Daddy" to Marcel.

Yes, she heard it right.

She called him "Daddy"! Marcel embraced the little girl in his arms, his hands gently caressing her soft locks of hair, and his expression softened, a rare sight.

"Rose, why did you chere?" he asked.

"Missed Daddy, hug me," she replied.

As she spoke, Marcel bent down and lifted the little girl, embracing her in his strong arms.

Cheyenne, still in shock, widened her round and innocent eyes, unintentionally displaying her adorable surprise, much like the little girl who had crunning towards her father.

Yvonne couldn't help but whisper a reminder in Cheyenne's ear, "Cheyenne, in Jostrana, being a monk is just a profession, and it is allowed by law to get married."

Temples and the associated lands have been the private property of the monks. In Jostrana, land is the most valuable asset. Therefore, the monks in Jostrana are mostly wealthy men. It's not surprising that Marcel has a child, but what puzzles Cheyenne is why he would choose to give up his vast inheritance. The second young man, around

twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, looked more stylish. He was dressed in a black suit and had long, flowing, golden hair. With handsfeatures and charming eyes, there was a sense of familiarity about him. Before Cheyenne arrived, he was lounging on the couch with his legs crossed, appearing bored. He casually picked up a glass of red, wine from the table and smiledfaintly as if in a shallow sleep. Every movement and gesture exuded the refinement of an aristocratic gentleman.

When he saw Cheyenne approach, he stood up from the couch, extended his right hand in a friendly manner, and greeted her with a clear, magnetic voice, "Miss Lawrence, hello."

She extended her hand, shook his in a polite manner, and tried to @grief withdraw after a brief touch, om However the young man took the opportunity to hold onto her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze while wearing a charming smile. "Miss Lawrence, you're truly beautiful. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Elias Miller." "I'm Cheyenne Lawrence," she replied, her tone cold, as she forcefully pulled her hand away.