She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 293: Malaya Got Frightened To be honest, George was also taken aback as he looked at the snake inside the glass box, coughing dryly twice. "Ahem... Master Davon, this is really too realistic. This snake is a toy snake, right? Young people can be quite humorous." A toy snake? Cheyenne's cool voice chimed in at the right moment. "It's a Lycodon rufozonatus, highly venomous. If you doubt it, you can stick your hand through that small hole and try." Highly venomous! Malaya suddenly felt relieved that she had moved away quickly earlier; otherwise, she might have ended up in the hospital if she had been bitten. George was just trying to find a way out for his wife, and he never expected Cheyenne to rebuke him so shamelessly.

"This snake is worth a fortune, and it was specially brought from the tropical rainforests and air-freighted here. I've heard that snake venom has therapeutic properties, so I procured it as a medicinal ingredient for my elder brother." So, it was meant for Iker's treatment rather than a gift for Cheyenne. Malaya felt embarrassed for losing face, but, having lived to fifty years and experienced countless grand occasions, she had developed quite a thick skin. However, an average person would undoubtedly be mortified.

Bringing up Iker, Adrian naturally steered the conversation to the purpose of their visit today. "Grandniece, where is your grandfather? We want to inquire about the condition of Master Iker." It had been almost a month of treatment, but Iker still appeared the same. Adrian was confident that Layne couldn't cure this disease. However, Davon had insisted on this visit, hoping for peace of mind. Hearing Cheyenne being addressed this way, George and his family were shocked. They initially thought this unassuming elderly man was Master Davon's driver or something, but they didn't expect him to be Cheyenne's granduncle. That practically made him their relative! Malaya remembered the old man's warning from earlier, and it still sent shivers down her spine. Now, recalling the incident, she still felt a lingering sense of dread.

At the staircase, a figure suddenly appeared. Layne's hair was disheveled, and his silvery-white strands gleamed in the light. His weary face looked even older and frail than before. He wore a white linen apron covered in herbal residue, giving the impression that he had just stepped out of a busy work session.

Layne's appearance made Malaya and Nora behave more respectfully, especially the former. She immediately becwell-behaved and said, “Con, Nora, call him Grandpa." Since the previous college art competition, Nora had taken quite a fall from her high pedestal. Everyone knew she had lost to the inept Cheyenne, and her pride had been destroyed.

Nora was actually not very willing to address Layne as "Grandpa" because the last competition caused her to lose a free overseas study opportunity, and her mentor couldn't help her either. She placed the blon Cheyenne as well as Layne, the indirect accomplice.

Nora's reluctant tone made Layne feel disgusted. He gave a cold snort, brushed off the herbal residue from his clothes, and took slow steps down the staircase to sit across from George.

"No need, I don't deserve it. Besides, I only have one granddaughter, Cheyenne. I can't bear being called Grandpa by someone else, so let's skip it." These words were a direct "slap in the face" to Nora in public. Nora's unwillingness was one thing, but George's sarcastic comments were another.

A trace of "distress" appeared on Nora's pure face, and her voice sounded feeble and mosquito-like in their ears. "I know I disappointed you, Grandpa, in the last competition. If you don't wantto address you like this, I'll call you 'old Mr. Edwards' from now on." Hearing this, it seemed that it wasn't because Nora did something wrong that displeased Layne but rather Layne's excessively high expectations for his granddaughter.

"Alright, Grandpa, don't get upset over unrelated people. Here, have an orange to calm your nerves." Omari picked up an orange from the fruit platter on the table, his smile filled with mischief, and handed it to Layne. The latter's attention was entirely on the uninvited guests in the room. He didn't even notice how Omari had just addressed him.

Layne subconsciously took the orange, and Omari thought he had successfully convinced the old man, so he offered a victorious smile. Cheyenne overheard everything and gave him a fierce glare. "Why are you calling him 'grandpa'? He's not your grandpa...” "Your grandpa is also my grandpa. Just now, he agreed," Omari replied, touching his straight nose, and his crimson lips curved slightly.

Davon, who was sitting not far from them, naturally heard their conversation and gave Omari a meaningful look. Everyone knew that Omari Lara's fiancée was a member of the Glenn family. If the Glenns found out about Cheyenne's existence, it would probably be another entertaining .

Layne didn't realize that he had been tricked by Omari. He had already eaten the orange, and he couldn't spit it out now. He had no choice but to label Omari as “sly and scheming” in his mind. When compared to Omari, Benson seemed better.

"Old Mr. Edwards, I apologize for the intrusion. I cto inquire about my older brother's condition. May I know if he's available to see visitors?" Davon asked in a soft voice, casting a glance towards the room on the second floor.

"Well..." After a few seconds of contemplation, Layne stroked his beard and nodded. "Iker's lego m condition worsened last night, and he had a restless night. He only managed to sleep this morning. Given your close relationship with him, it's understandable that you're concerned." "Master Davon, please followupstairs."

Davon expected Layne and Cheyenne to strongly dissuade him from going upstairs. To his surprise, Layne opened the door and invited him upstairs. This straightforward gesture raised suspicions in the naturally distrustful Davon. He m hesitated and looked at Adrian, and the two quickly exchanged information. "Very well, then, I'll let old Mr. Edwards lead the way," Davon said.

Layne elegantly rose from his seat and clapped his hands. He then m instructed Omari to bring the "grand gift" on the table with him. Lycodon rufozonatus was indeed quite rare. Since Master Davon had been so generous as to allow him, Layne saw no harm in accepting it.

Old Mr. Edwards led the way, followed by Adrian, Davon, Cheyenne, and finally Omari, who carried the glass box.

In the hall, the three of them glared at each other. It seemed like they had becinvisible to those who went upstairs!