Chapter 252 Eight Million Jerry scrambled to his feet, dusting off his clothes before finally getting a good look at the two men in front of him.
Jealousy! Damn, why do they look so noble? Their skin was so good too! The one with the gold-rimmed glasses looked cultured and refined, like a modern-day fashion elite. The man in the wheelchair was fcold as ice, with handsfeatures that make him look like a prince from another world. Just one glance from him was enough to make Jerry tremble.
The guy in white may be smiling but the cold glint in his glasses made Jerry shiver.
With just one glance, Jerry knew he was dealing with people he couldn't afford to mess with.
Red-faced and looking like a bullied little girl, Jerry clasped his hands together and stammered out, "I-I'm not... not a bad person. I'm here to see Cheyenne. Is this her home?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt two icy stares boring into him. His legs went weak.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf not for grabbing onto a nearby column for support, he would have fallen down.
Omari approached gently and pushed up his glasses on his nose while asking, "Oh really? You know Cheyenne? Who are you?" "It doesn't matter who I am," says Jerry nervously. "What matters is whether this is Cheyenne's hor not because I've been searching for it for days." A large hand suddenly slapped onto Jerry's shoulder, making him jump out of fear. Why did this man have such an evil smile? He looked cunningly sly, as if plotting something devious behind your back... "This is Cheyenne's home," said Omari calmly but ominously added, "So what business do you have with her, young man?" "I can't tell you that,” replied Jerry through gritted teeth before turning away without noticing Omari's eyes flash dangerously when hearing his word.
"Secret, huh? Well, let's put that aside for now and discuss something more important.” Jerry, the innocent and naive one, asked, "What's more important?" Omari, with a sense of assurance, leaned in close to Jerry's ear, and though his lips barely moved, the words that cout filled Jerry with fear.
He said, "Leteducate you about slegal knowledge. Breaking into someone's hunlawfully can lead to a sentence of up to three years, you know." "What?" Jerry was shocked and clenched his fists in anger as he retorted, "But I didn't chere voluntarily, your man grabbed me." "Well, that makes it easier," Omari shrugged nonchalantly while glancing at the two men behind him. "Who saw this young man being brought here? We only know that you're standing in the Lawrence Villa without permission." Damn! He couldn't believe they were denying everything.
Jerry's heart sank as he realized that these smiling guys weren't good people.
"Am I really going to jail for three years?" "Not necessarily," Omari replied with a smirk. "It could be anywhere from three to ten years depending on what you do next." Even Iker and Tanner's lips twitched at Omari's words... no wonder he had beca top lawyer; it was all thanks to his cunningness and intimidation tactics.
Jerry feared that if they found out about his hacker identity, he would end up with even more years added to his sentence. So, he gave up struggling and honestly explained why he chere.
"I have something very important to discuss with Cheyenne; don't worry, it's not a confession of love or anything like that. The person I like is someone gentle like Nora." Cheyenne was just as cunning as this bespectacled man; Jerry was afraid of her too.
Omari wanted to continue questioning Jerry about what exactly this important matter was but Cheyenne appeared before them with an upset look. When she saw her hchange greatly, she widened her eyes.
"Who turned my house into this mess? My curtains... carpet... damn!" she exclaimed.
Iker had already anticipated Cheyenne getting angry when she returned home, so without hesitation, he pointed out who the culprit behind all of this chaos was: "Mr. Lara said pink is too girly for him so we quickly changed everything," said Iker calmly without feeling guilty about snitching on Omari.
Tanner nodded along in agreement adding "Yes, exactly!" Omari also knew full well how angry Cheyenne would be when she returned. But he did it on purpose because he wanted to see her angry yet cute look.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Cheyenne, you know how allergic I am towards pink..." Omari began explaining himself but then stopped short when Cheyenne interrupted him by saying. "You're talking nonsense."
"Hmm? Good girls shouldn't use bad language," Omari teased while m extending one hand with clearly defined knuckles towards his lips, his lips were naturally red, making an incredibly handsgesture!
A smile overflowed from those beautiful eyes, complementing the exquisitely beautiful contours of his face Cheyenne was someone who appreciated good looks, and when she saw Iker's smile, she momentarily forgot what she was supposed to do next. "Miss Lawrence, it's great that you're back. I have something important to tell you," Jerry said excitedly as he jogged over and pulled Cheyenne out of her daze.
She looked at the red-haired boy in front of her and asked, "Who are you?" with a huff.
Jerry was taken aback. He may not be handsome, but he didn't think he was forgettable. It had only been half a month since the competition after all.
His lips twitched as he spoke with a hint of disappointment in his voice, "Cheyenne, don't you remember me? I'm CutieLovesAutumn!"
Omari couldn't help but chuckle at Jerry's silly username. It sounded like something only a cute girl would use. But Jerry was far from being cute with his acne-ridden face and tall stature at 1 meter 78 centimeters. Cheyenne still looked confused and rolled her eyes before telling him to leave without any manners or hesitation. "Cheyenne!" Jerry received a heavy blow when she didn't recognize him.
"My dear Cheyenne, do you remember when I transferred eight million dollars to your account? And those two dollars! So it's eight million and two dollars altogether." As soon as Jerry mentioned the money transfer, Cheyenne finally remembered who he was. She let out an awkward laugh while playing with her long hair between her fingers.
"Oh right... now I remember... You're that Eight-Million guy." She had given him this nicknbecause she thought he was foolish for giving away so much money. She couldn't even recall his real name, which made Jerry feel even more dejected than before.