Chapter 54: The Man Selling A Fake Book Was Her Grandfather
Chapter 54: The Man Selling a Fake Book Was Her Grandfather
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely awkward. The tension dropped to
freezing point while tears welled up in Nora''s eyes.
"If you don''t want me to go, then I won''t! Who cares? You''re so arrogant just because you have a
good grandfather!"
After speaking, she lifted her skirt and headed upstairs. Cheyenne heard what she said and smiled
at Zack, "Zack, what does Nora mean? Is she criticizing you for being a rural farmer?"
Mya and Emmanuel''s faces turned purple for a moment, while Zack was shaking with anger.
He stood up with his cane and said, "Alright, as a country bumpkin like me, it''s not appropriate to sit
here. Emmanuel, let''s go!"
Emmanuel hesitated for a moment. He wanted to get to know Cheyenne better.
Unfortunately, his grandfather was already urging him on.
"Yes."
"Miss Lawrence, since you''re going to the Todd''s today, we''ll make ns another day," he said
gently as he helped Zack up from his chair in preparation to leave.
Cheyenne smiled coyly while crossing her arms looking at the two of them. "I won''t have free time
for you!"
Emmanuel couldn''t keep the smile on his handsome face any longer; he prided himself on
maintaining gentlemanly behavior from the moment he entered until now without any missteps.
However, Cheyenne was impolite and unfriendly to him. Yet he couldn''t get angry watching her
stunning face.
"Miss Lawrence, you must be joking. We''ll talk moreter. I''m always avable to meet with you," he
said as he helped Zack out of the Lawrence Vi.
Mya red at Nora, signaling for her to apologize. Nora was very concerned about saving face
and even if she knew she was wrong, she couldn''t apologize in front of Cheyenne.
"I''m not going," Nora stubbornly replied.
What started off as a pleasant meeting ended up ending on a sour note. Mya felt stuck in the
middle and it wasn''t easy for her.
Finally, they were able to get rid of the group of people and Cheyenne and her grandfather
exchanged a nce before saying their goodbyes. She got into her luxury car and took on the
responsibility of driving while Layne sat in the passenger seat with his eyes half-closed, looking
slightly annoyed.
"I had no idea you''ve been through so much these past few years. Your stepmother is such a
hypocrite," Laynemented.
"I figured that out when I was a teenager," Cheyenne replied nonchntly.
"Really? When was that?" Layne couldn''t help but think back to when she was just fourteen years
old with an attitude that showed no fear or hesitation whatsoever.
Layne chuckled and asked, "So you you''ve pretended as a rebellious girl since you were fourteen?"
It wasn''t until eighth grade that Cheyenne first met Layne.
At that time, he had just returned from abroad. Due to being engaged in research work for more
than ten years, he had be unkempt.
Wearing a dirty ck coat, with greasy gray hair sticking to his face, his beard has grown long
enough to braid.
In the midst of winter, he was wearing a pair of sandals.
He bought cotton candy at the school gate and looked at her with a lewd smile.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn''t seem like a good person.
Cheyenne walked around him, but who knew that the "weird old man" would block her way.
With a smiling face, he handed her the cotton candy and said, "Your name is Cheyenne, right? You
are my granddaughter. You are really beautiful!"
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"You and your mom are like carved from the same mold."
The little girl was twelve years old. With curly hair and a small dress that looks mature in style, she
was wearing three-centimeter high heels. Mya dressed her like that deliberately.
It was clearly a very tacky and nouveau-riche style of dressing, but because she had fair and
beautiful skin, delicate features, she didn''t look tacky at all.
Staring at the strange old man, the little girl looked wary. "Don''t think that just because you know my
name, you can pretend to know me. Are you one of those human traffickers?"
Cheyenne instinctively took a step back.
Layne knew she was scared of him, so he quickly scratched his beard to the sides, revealing a kind
smile.
"Don''t be afraid, little Cheyenne. I''m your grandfather. Your mother is my daughter and I am her
father."
"You''re such a chatterbox," she replied.
However, when he imed to be her grandfather, the young girl''s eyes showed a hint of longing
mixed with some skepticism.
Layne handed her the cotton candy and then rummaged through his bag. After searching for a bit,
he pulled out a hardcover book and presented it to her like it was treasure.
"Cheyenne, look at this! It''s our Edwards family''s medical secrets book!"
Cheyenne who was 12 had some baby fat on her face and loved snacks. With cotton candy in
hand, how could she resist?
She stared at the book in his hands with wide eyes while secretly licking the cotton candy in her
hand.
"Our Edwards family is an ancient n that has been practicing medicine for generations!"
"I promise you that if you learn these medical skills well enough, you can dominate the world."
Cheyenne thought he would give her toys or snacks but instead gave her an old book that wasn''t
even half as interesting as the fairy tale books she already had. The more Layne talked about it, the
more he sounded like a con artist trying to sell something cheap.
Layne stroked his beard seriously. "You don''t need to pay for it. It''s our family''s secret book. You''re
my only granddaughter. I''ll pass it down to you as long as you be my apprentice."
Cheyenne quickly finished the cotton candy and asked, "So I have to be your apprentice? But
you just said I''m your granddaughter."
Layne replied confidently, "Yes! Why not? Can''t I be both your grandfather and master?"
Cheyenne thought for a moment and realized she had finished her candy. She decided it wasn''t
worth arguing with him anymore.
"Okay, old man, your scamming skills are too low. I won''t fall for it. Thanks for the candy though. I''m
going home for dinner now."
"What?" Layne was shocked that his own granddaughter saw him as a liar.
Layne could only shake his head helplessly as he chased after Cheyenne all the way from school to
the Lawrence Vi.
It wasn''t until George invited him in and exined the truth to Cheyenne that everything became
clear.
The young girl burst into tears and cried out "Grandpa!" while Layne was moved by her trust in him.
Actually, the little Cheyenne felt a moment of insecurity. She still found it incredulous that the man
selling a fake book was really her grandfather!