Before Cheyenne could inquire, footsteps approached from outside the door. It sounded like more than one person wasing.


    At the doorway, three figures appeared, walking closer with some disarray andmotion. Leading the group was George, dressed in a simple casual gray shirt paired with cks. He looked notably lighter and somewhat aged from before.


    To his left was the elegantly dressed Mya, wearing a Chanel-inspired suit dress, carrying a ssic ck-and-white Chanel handbag and stylish white stiletto heels. She exuded an aura of sophistication and professionalism, resembling a career woman.


    To his right stood Nora, appearing soft and gentle, radiating a warm and tender demeanor. She held a high-end ck handbag and offered a bright smile.


    Seemingly surprised to find unexpected visitors at Cheyenne’s ce, the trio paused for a moment. George, confident andposed, approached and shook hands with both men, while a glimmer of hidden intent shone in his eyes behind the sses.


    “Master Davon, hello. I am George, the CEO of the Lawrence Group and Cheyenne’s father.”


    “Hmm,” Davon responded with a hint of scorn as he leaned back in the sofa, crossing his arms and legs in a nonchnt manner.


    Davon had already gathered information about Cheyenne’s family situation – her mother’s early death, her father’sck of involvement, her stepmother’s favoritism, and her half-siblings’ dislike for her. George’s sudden appearance raised suspicions about his intentions.


    George also noticed Omari, seated at the other end of the couch, and hesitated for a moment. He surveyed Omari, who appeared equally distinguished and had a handsome face that didn’t resemble an ordinary person.


    “And who might this be?” George inquired.


    Omari courteously smiled at George. He had a slim yet stylish presence, and his lips parted gently as he spoke.


    “Hello, Mr. Lawrence. I’m Omari, awyer.”


    Upon hearing that Omari was awyer, Nora’s face disyed a clear expression of disdain. She looked at Cheyenne with a mocking expression.N?velDrama.Org content.


    “Is this thewyer you hired for your good friend, Kate?”


    Nora heard that the Mathews family had hired Zechariah Jacobs, one of the most renowned criminal defensewyers in the country.


    To be frank, thewyer standing next to Cheyenne appeared too young, with rather delicate features and fair skin, quite the typical “pretty boy” look. How could he possibly stand a chance against Zechariah Jacobs?


    George’s attitude towards Omari seemed to cool down after learning that he was awyer. He started chatting with Davon instead. Thetter’s purpose for today was to inquire about Iker’s leg condition. Who would want to engage in idle chatter with this old man?


    Cheyenne couldn’t help but let out a discreet, scornful chuckle. These people truly were clueless. The Lara family’s influence in Onistead was no less significant than that of the Todd family. Omari himself owned a high-endw firm with annual earnings in the billions, rivaling ten Lawrence familiesbined. They seemed to think that Mr. Lara was just an ordinary attorney, but they couldn’t have been more wrong.


    Despite being underestimated, Omari still wore warm smile. He met Mya and Nora’s appraising gazes with grace.


    Nearby, George’s insincere ttery made it seem like he was glued to Davon. “Master Davon, you’re quite the go-getter and quite the young talent. I’ve heard you’re currently managing a stable with over a dozen affiliatedpanies. It’s truly impressive.”


    “Mr. Lawrence, you’re too kind. It’s all thanks to the hard work of mypany’s employees… By the way, Miss Lawrence, may I ask about my older brother…”


    Davon patiently contained his frustration and replied in a dispassionate tone. Just as he was about to inquire about Iker’s condition, he was caught off guard by Mya’s sudden interjection.


    “What’s this? Master Davon is quite the gentleman. He knew we wereing today and specially brought a gift. How could this be appropriate?”


    She voiced her hesitance, but her hand had extended. The emerald bracelet on her wrist exhibited pure color, exquisite texture, and wless translucency.


    In fact, the moment she walked in, she noticed the high-end packaging on the table, adorned with ck velvet.


    Could it be… some rare and precious treasure? Given the Todd family’s power, Master Davon’s gift was undoubtedly worth at least six figures.


    Just as her hand was about to reach the ck velvet, a cold, piercing gaze suddenly turned her way, momentarily leaving Mya stupefied. Following that gaze, she saw a weathered, lifeless-looking face, resembling tree bark in winter, with clear, tiny eyes conveying a clear warning.


    “This is a gift from Master Davon to Miss Lawrence. It’s probably best if you refrain from touching it.”


    Mya gave him a quick once-over and quickly categorized this man in her mind, noticing his in clothing and surprisingly old-fashioned canvas shoes.


    He was just Master Davon’s henchman, yet he dared to look at her with such a gaze.


    So, her quick wit came into y, and she immediately retorted with a charming, giggling tone, “Of course, as you said, this is a gift from Master Davon to our Nora. How could me, as Nora’s mother, not take a look?”


    As she spoke, she provocatively nced at Cheyenne, who was sitting regally on the sofa, gesturing with an ‘please, go ahead’ expression.


    Miss Lawrence…


    Nora shared thest name Lawrence, so it wasn’t entirely incorrect for Mya to say that.


    However, Nora, who was mentioned by her mother, felt extremely embarrassed.


    How could Mom do something like this in public? Even if she was curious about the precious gift inside the box, she should have waited until Master Davon left and then taken it from Cheyenne’s hands. After all, this incident might give Master Davon the wrong impression that the Lawrence family was after petty gains.


    Mya had already reached out to pull down the ck velvet. Her charming smile instantly froze, and her beautiful face turned as pale as a wall as she screamed and took several steps back, her waist bumping against the armrest of the sofa.


    The ck velvet draped on the table, revealing a square crystal box inside. The box contained a vividly colored, serpentine creature, about one meter long but no thicker than a pinky finger. The snake’s body was a fiery red, and its color was vibrant. In the instant Mya opened the box, the previously coiled red snake suddenly became active.


    “Hiss.”


    It raised its body, and the triangr head emerged from a small round hole on the box lid. It opened its gaping maw and lunged toward Mya’s hand.


    In stark contrast to the vibrant red snake body were its jet-ck, slender, forked tongue and two sharp fangs, as white as snow, presenting a horrifying sight.


    “Ah!”


    “Come on, don’t make a big fuss. It’s just a snake, after all.”


    Azy, melodious voice echoed in her ear, and Cheyenne’s smile left everyone in awe.