She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 254: Sky-High Priced Pill

Chapter 254: Sky-High Priced Pill

As she listened to his explanation, Cheyenne's face showed a faint smile that was hard to read. She had thought this red-haired teenager was just one of Nora's brainless fans. She never expected him to have such a "honest" side, which made her look at him in a new light.

Her delicate hands tapping on the table rhythmically and slowly, Cheyenne sat on a rotating leather chair and suddenly twisted her body around to face Jerry.

She lifted up slightly and reached behind the bookshelf with one hand, grabbing a book and twisting it ninety degrees clockwise.

"Boom."

A dull sound suddenly came from the quiet study room as if thunder had struck on a clear day, scaring Jerry.

He looked at the bookshelf in front of him with shock as it opened up on both sides revealing a hidden door right before his eyes.

Wow! It was exactly like those TV dramas!

Even wealthy people in modern society installed small secret compartments at home to store their safes...

Did he provide such important information that Cheyenne prepared to reward him?

Would it be gold bars or cash?

Jerry already thought about melting down gold bars into an necklace for his mother if they were given as payment. But cash would be difficult because he forgot his bank card when he went out today; carrying too much cash back might make him look like an easy target for others.

If Cheyenne knew what he was thinking inside his head, then she would probably roll her eyes at him... Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Cheyenne stood up and gently pushed open the hidden door with one hand without minding Jerry watching everything clearly inside from where he sat. A strong medicinal smell wafted out from within... What kind of hobby was this? Storing herbs inside safes? He thought long and hard until only one possibility remained: these herbs must be worth millions! Only expensive herbs deserved Mr. X's safekeeping - yes, it must be so!

Cheyenne tiptoed over towards five-tier shelves, pulling down a small bottle and pouring out three pills from within before wrapping them casually with tissue paper.

She turned back to him. Behind her, the hidden door had closed automatically, and the scene inside had disappeared, replaced by the tall bookshelf from before. It looked just like an ordinary study.

Jerry was dumbfounded. His cash? His gold bars... gone.

Well, maybe this expensive medicine would do. He tried to console himself.

Cheyenne couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Jerry stare at the bookshelf like a country bumpkin seeing a palace for the first time. She snapped her fingers in front of his face.

"Back to reality."

"Miss Lawrence," he said eagerly, licking his lips and eyeing the paper in Cheyenne's hand. "Is this medicine one of those top-tier pills from fantasy novels? Like that Rebirth Pill?"

Cheyenne rolled her eyes at such a ridiculous question. This kid must be addicted to video games and fantasy novels if he believed in such nonsense.

"No," she replied flatly.

Jerry was slightly disappointed but perked up again when Cheyenne handed him the medicine with care.

"Then... is it some kind of mind control drug?" he asked hopefully. "After taking it, you feel refreshed and ready for anything."

Cheyenne gave him a forehead flick with a look that suggested he was acting like a fool.

"You're insane?" she said slowly and deliberately.

Jerry: "!!!"

He lost interest suddenly and felt dejected like a dog who'd been kicked out of its home by its owner without any food or shelter for days on end.

Seeing him so "disappointed," Cheyenne had an internal laugh and, patting her chest, ruffled Iker's red hair with an air of confidence.

"I promise you won't regret taking this medicine. It might not be as amazing as you think but I guarantee you won't find anything else quite like it anywhere else! Just take three of them, and I guarantee your life will undergo a major transformation!""

"I just want to know if this thing is worth any money," Jerry muttered under his breath desperately; he needed cash badly!

Very badly!

It was almost Valentine's Day, and he didn't even want to buy a car anymore. He was saving up money to give his crush a confession gift.

No pain, no gain!

Cheyenne paused for a moment when asked about the value of her medicine. She had never sold it publicly before, only her grandfather had sold it to some mysterious millionaires for over a million dollars each. But those were all private transactions and she couldn't explain why they were so valuable.

She could only vaguely answer his question, "Well... I think it should be valuable. I guarantee that you won't lose out with this pill. It's definitely the most suitable one for you in the world."

She spoke as if she knew everything about it, but Jerry didn't dare to expect too much.

He casually put the pill in his pocket and patted his clothes before turning around to leave.

"Okay, I've got the message now. I'm leaving now; we still have classes this afternoon."

It would take him over an hour by taxi back to school and cost seventy-two bucks!

Damn! That's another huge expense!

He really was poor... sobbing...

Cheyenne reminded him from behind, "Remember not to let anyone else get their hands on this medicine. Take one pill per week; its effects are remarkable."

"I know; see you later," Jerry replied without taking her words too seriously.

After getting back home, he took off his school uniform and threw it carelessly on the bed without thinking about Cheyenne's advice until much later when he finally believed in her abilities enough to

go look for that medicine again - only then did he realize that one of them had disappeared inexplicably.

This caused him quite a bit of trouble later on - but that is another story altogether.

Watching Jerry walk away confidently downstairs made Cheyenne sigh deeply - he clearly didn't trust her at all.

It gave her such a headache.

Downstairs Omari pretended like he was reading while secretly watching upstairs through the window of their study room while calculating how long Jerry had been inside.

Fifteen minutes!

Why were they talking for so long?