She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 280: Future Candidate For The Director

Chapter 280: Future Candidate for the Director

A faint metallic clang echoed in the room as silver handcuffs were placed around Peyton's delicate wrists, making her appear even more fragile.

Peyton was genuinely frightened this time, her voice trembling as she called out Graeme's name, "Cousin, please save me! I don't want to go to jail, please!"

She was only twenty-one years old, at the prime of her youth. She couldn't bear the thought of spending it behind bars, sobbing her heart out.

This pitiful cry resonated outside the room, and though others might have felt sympathy, Cheyenne was unsympathetic. She approached the young woman with an alluring, confident stride.

She gently tapped Peyton's shoulder with her cool hand. Her thick, long eyelashes fluttered like butterflies taking flight in the early morning, captivating anyone who gazed upon her.

"From the moment you decided to harm Kate, you should have thought about your outcome, shouldn't you? Why cry now? The victim is still standing here. What are you?" Cheyenne's tone and smile gave Peyton a chilling sense of impending doom.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Kate. I know I was wrong. I'm begging you, I won't go to jail, please let me go," Peyton said, dropping to her knees in front of Kate, her eyes gushing tears uncontrollably. Graeme couldn't help but feel uneasy at her extreme display.

Peyton's actions were excessive, but Kate had suffered nothing.

Getting expelled from the school was already a significant punishment. Why go further by involving the police?

Graeme, with a cold, reproachful look, spoke as if commanding Kate, "Enough, Kate. Show some mercy. She's been expelled from the school already. Why are you going to the police? This is too much!"

Ignoring his reprimand, Kate gave him a mocking smile. "Graeme, Graeme, I must have been blind to fall for a pseudo-gentleman like you with such distorted values. It seems you value your cousin's worth more than mine. Am I just a weed in your eyes?"

As she finished her words, Eddie approached, his strides confident. His deep, enchanting eyes held a glint of determination.

His voice was magnetic and compelling as he retorted, "Who said my sister is a weed? Someone who grows in the crevices and tries to fit into a garden is the real weed and clown."

"After our parents passed away, and despite how hard I worked, I ensured you never went hungry or cold. You are the little princess of the Zamora family, not someone easily compared to. Have some self-confidence."

He didn't explicitly point at Peyton, but when he mentioned "growing in the crevices," the sarcasm was evident. The barren rock crevice represented Peyton's original family background.

Trying to fit into the garden referred to Peyton's ambition of climbing the social ladders.

Cheyenne witnessed Eddie speaking out against someone for the first time, and she noticed that Graeme's fair and handsome face turned crimson, clearly provoked.

"According to your logic, does it mean that Kate has to be in real trouble before you admit that your cousin did something wrong? You're such a hypocrite. With your kind of attitude, your eyes are better off gouged out," she retorted.

Graeme, the school heartthrob and the Mathews family's heir, had rarely been admonished by a woman. He cast an icy glare at Cheyenne, saying, "Where did you pop up from, you clown? This matter concerns Kate and me. What's it to you?"

But before he could continue, Mr. Owen's cold and authoritative voice suddenly cut through the air, shocking everyone, including Graeme, who turned even redder and his breathing intensified.

"Where did she pop up from? My junior will soon be a surgeon at Hopedale Hospital and a candidate for the future director. Who do you think is the clown here?"

The revelation was astonishing. A young woman who looked younger than him had just become a surgeon, and she was even named a candidate for the hospital's future director.

Hopedale Hospital was affiliated with the Capital Hospital and was the only one guaranteed to have the highest standards, thanks to the President himself. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Eddie had become a chief surgeon at a young age due to his excellence and his genius title, but what about this young lady? She seemed a world away from the typical white-clad angels you'd expect in a hospital.

Graeme and others found it hard to believe that she could be a doctor, let alone the hospital's Dean candidate.

Principal Shepard turned to look at her as well, his surprise matching that of Graeme. After hesitating for a moment, he mustered the courage to make a flattering inquiry.

"Um... may I ask, which school are you from? Would you consider coming to Akloit College? After all, your friend Miss Zamora is here."

The principal offered her an olive branch, hoping to convince her to join their college.

Cheyenne let out a muffled chuckle and raised a faint, confident smile. "No, thanks."

She firmly declined the principal's invitation, showing no sign of reconsideration.

"Why not?" he asked, appearing quite disappointed, perhaps regretting missing an opportunity to curry favor with Mr. Owen.

In the next moment, a simple sentence uttered by Cheyenne left everyone around her astounded. "Because I'm a student from Akloit College. I've just taken a leave of absence."

#The Things You Need to Know About Akloit College# Shocking! The girl in the red dress is actually a student from our school!

In the hallways, classrooms, among male students pretending to be constipated while smoking, and female students practicing cheerleading on the playground, almost everyone nearly stumbled.

People quickly took out their smartphones, their eyes glued to the screens, and their hands typing frantically.

[What a gorgeous woman! Why would she take a leave of absence? If she didn't, I wouldn't be single.]

[Oh my God, She's so gorgeous, this is how a fairy should look. I feel like I'm falling in love.]

[Wait, why can she take a leave of absence for three years? Except for the two years of reserve status for military service, who can take a three-year leave?]

[She's been chosen as Mr. Owen's successor even before graduating. With that kind of ability, who would dare to refuse?]

[When it comes down to it, isn't it because she has connections? No normal person would have the principal's consent.]

[The commenter above is really bitter. I bet it's because you're plain-looking and can't stand someone good-looking.]

The person being scolded as "the commenter above" behind the computer screen was almost stomping her feet. She stared angrily at her computer, then mumbled a profanity.

"A bunch of sycophants."