She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 186: Even My Dog Looks Better Than You

Chapter 186: Even My Dog Looks Better Than You

When it comes to looks, Cheyenne didn't hesitate to give him a heavy blow. "Think you look not bad? Even the dog raised at my home looks better than you."

Among the people she knew, Kelvin, Omari, Iker... even the one she hated, Davon all looked decent. This red-haired boy was really nothing special... Did he even think about how he compared to those people she knew? Just picking one of them would be a top-notch existence in their respective fields.

"That's too much. Just because your hacking skills might be better than mine doesn't mean you can subject me to these immoral, no-holds-barred personal attacks," Jerry protested.

The woman's nonchalant response only infuriated Jerry further. "It's not a personal attack. I'm just telling the truth. Just forget it. I don't have time wasted on you."

Cheyenne then waved goodbye and walked quickly towards the bus stop where the bus had just arrived. She turned and got into the bus, her figure disappearing from Jerry's view.

He sighed, returning to reality, and gave his face a quick pat. He needed to order some acne cream from Amazon right now!

Next time, he vowed to impress Cheyenne!

No, wait, he must be out of his mind to want to see her again...

But she was Nora's sister, so not seeing her might prove to be quite challenging.

On the bus, Cheyenne's strange yet harmonious outfit attracted countless stares but luckily she had good looks so many people appreciated her style despite its oddity.

Finally, a middle-aged man wearing a black vest approached her.

The man appeared around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old and had gained some weight over time; his head adorned with a pink cowboy hat while smoking a cigarette in his mouth.

"Is there something wrong?" Cheyenne gave him an icy look.

As he walked closer, he realized that this icy-cold young woman was as pure and untouchable as a snow-capped mountain.

After maintaining eye contact for almost ten seconds, just as she was about to make her move, the man suddenly spoke, "This is absolutely perfect. Your demeanor is exactly what I've been looking for."

Hearing these flirtatious words made Cheyenne clenching her fists hidden under her pajamas wondering whether giving him an uppercut or lower punch would be better suited for this situation.

At the next moment, a middle-aged, slightly chubby man pulled out a salmon-colored business card from his black vest pocket. The card had a gaudy peony pattern on it, giving off an extravagant palace feel.

Several passengers around them glanced over curiously. The middle-aged women with sharp tongues loved to gossip and speculate.

Two older ladies sitting in the back seat whispered to each other quietly.

"I don't think that man looks like a good person. Could he be a pimp?"

"Maybe. And what about that girl? She's so casual in her pajamas and slippers."

"No wonder she caught the eye of the pimp. Poor thing, she might get scammed."

"But we can't go up there and warn her either. Look at how arrogant she looks."

Cheyenne tried her best to ignore their sneaky glances and hushed conversation.

But before Cheyenne could say anything, the middle-aged man slapped those two gossiping women across their faces with his words. "Excuse me, Miss, I can see you have great potential as an entertainer! YY Entertainment is currently holding auditions for 'Picking Star Project' to discover new talents like yourself!"

"Do you have any dreams or aspirations of becoming a big star? With your stunning figure and appearance, I guarantee we can make you famous!"

Cheyenne listened in disbelief at his exaggerated description.

She definitely didn't want to get into the entertainment industry! It would bring her too much trouble. Besides, one could only earn little pay off working hard on the set. Reece was a good example.

"I'm sorry but I'm not interested," Cheyenne coldly refused his offer.

The persistent man continued trying to persuade her, "Please reconsider! I am looking for fresh talent without any fees or costs involved! Trust me. I work as both scout and agent, and my company is legitimate.

"With your looks and charm alone, you will definitely be a hit!"

The bus became quiet except for this man's voice; even those two nosy old ladies were silenced with embarrassment upon realizing they were wrong about him earlier.

"YY Entertainment?"

She remembered that Reece was also from this entertainment company...

The middle-aged man thought he had a chance and continued to persuade her with all his might. "Yes, it's YY Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Hurst Group. Don't underestimate us just because we're a subsidiary. We are the leading force in the entertainment industry, occupying 70% of the market share." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"We've made countless stars famous, such as Reece, who is currently one of the hottest idols."

Cheyenne silently added in her mind: my friend.

"And there's also rising star Juliana."

This girl was her enemy...

"And then there's Carlee Murphy and Celine Adkins... they're all national goddesses who have won numerous awards. But don't worry, give me three years and I'll make you surpass them!"

He wasn't bragging because Cheyenne's face was just too beautiful!

In today's entertainment industry where simplicity is popular, Cheyenne's sexy yet sweet temperament would definitely catch people's attention.

"I've listened to what you have to say but I'm still not interested," she coldly refused.

The man was wordless.

He felt so wronged because usually people came begging him!

However, he really didn't want to give up on Cheyenne - she was an extremely rare talent.

There were only three types of people who entered show business - those who relied on their own efforts and acting skills; those who become famous through money and luck but eventually faded away; and those born with natural talent - they were simply born for this job.

And Cheyenne belonged to this last category. Her face and figure were flawless! The company didn't even need to spend any effort packaging her - she could go on stage without makeup!

"Miss," he said persuasively. "If you're worried that I'm a fraudster, then I can sign a contract with you right now and pay you fifty thousand dollars in advance salary."

As soon as he spoke these words, everyone around them froze...

Holy sh*t!

Fifty thousand dollars?

Even those two old ladies sitting at the back row were tempted!