Became A Queen After divorce

Now there was only Kelvin left in the study.

The light enveloped him, and his figure was as majestic as a mountain.

After a moment, he let out a slow sigh and looked down at the pen in his hand.

The tip was broken.

This pen was given to him by Abbie on his 22nd birthday. She even went to learn from the master herself just to give it to him.

Kelvin had been using it for over five years now, so it felt strange for him to suddenly switch pens. He found a piece of red cloth, wrapped the pen up, and put it in its box.

He planned on having someone fix it on his way to work tomorrow.

The next day was sunny with a clear blue sky outside. White clouds floated by in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Cheyenne had been staying at the hospital for two days now and felt like her back would never straighten again. The doctor said she could leave today though, which made her ecstatic about getting out of there already!

Kate helped Cheyenne pack her things while grumbling under her breath, “Why didn’t you call your family? How are you going to carry all this stuff back home?”

“I don’t want to bother them; someone will come pick me up later.”

Cheyenne wore a sky-blue dress with wavy curls cascading down behind her head. She tied an azure butterfly bow hairband around one side of her head that made her look both elegant and cute at the same time. Her stunning face shone even brighter against this backdrop of blue hues.

“Who?”

“Guess.”

“Besides Reece, the sissy, there’s only Mr. Lara, the top lawyer!”

When Omari was mentioned, a smile immediately appeared on Kate’s face and she stopped folding clothes.

She nudged Cheyenne’s arm with her elbow. “Speaking of which, Cheyenne, how did you even meet such a high and mighty person like Mr. Lara?”

“I’ve been friends with you all these years, and we’ve known each other since childhood. There’s hardly anything I wouldn’t know about you. But when it comes to Mr. Lara’s matter, somehow I had no clue!”

Looking at Kate’s pretty face in front of her that seemed to keep getting bigger and bigger, Cheyenne gave her a disdainful look and opened her red lips to speak softly, “It’s all thanks to you.” she said.

Kate sat across from her, stunned and wide-eyed, propping her chin up with both hands.

“Me? How so? Cheyenne, tell me how I missed out on a man who owns a billion dollars!”

‘A billion dollars? Kate really underestimates the assets Omari owns.’

Cheyenne’s thoughts went back five years ago.

She was sixteen then.

In November on Maple Street in Metshire, it was already deep into autumn but because Metshire was located along the Atlantic coast with a typical temperate maritime climate, it was mild and rainy all year round. The golden leaves of the maple trees on the street shone like gold from afar. Occasionally blown by the breeze, they spun mid-air before finally landing at pedestrians’ feet.

Cheyenne had just finished a mission and walked out onto the street wearing an Audrey Hepburn-style black vintage dress with fair skin. Without paying attention, she bumped into a man who caught her in his broad and warm embrace. He wore strong cologne mixed with a faint smell of blood…

The man put his hand on her shoulder and took her into a small alleyway.

Behind her was a cold wall, while in front of her was the hot chest of the man.

They tightly clung to each other, and through several layers of fabric, Cheyenne could clearly feel his strong and powerful heartbeat.

She instinctively looked up at the man.

In front of her eyes was a flawless and handsome face, with thick and attractive eyebrows, and a pair of sparkling bright eyes looking at her.

With lowered head, the long and thick curved eyelashes tremble like butterflies.

Cheyenne really wanted to reach out and touch his eyelashes.

With that thought in mind, she went ahead and did it.

A pair of white and tender little hands touched the man’s eyelashes in his surprised gaze. The young girl was stunned for a second, and then she suddenly realized what she had done and said something that amused the man.

“The eyelashes are not fake.”

“What are you doing?”

“Bro, have you ever grown eyelashes?” Cheyenne asked softly, her shimmering eyes meeting his.

“This girl looks familiar!” After a moment, Omari remembered that she was the schoolmate who had been punished for frog jumping.

Why was she in Metshire? “It’s you!”

Now it was Cheyenne’s turn to be surprised. She raised her delicate chin and arched her eyebrows.

“Do you know me?”

Omari chuckled with his magnetic voice, tinged with a hint of teasing. “I remember you.”

“Who are you?”

“Shh!”

He held up a slender, fair finger to his lips and looked around at the other people on the street.

Just then, a group of men in black suits ran from afar.

There were people from Chulae or Metshire… They seemed to be looking for someone as they searched around frantically.

They also held a photo of an extremely handsome young man who Cheyenne vaguely recognized after glancing at it hastily.

The group walked towards their direction while Omari’s hand on her shoulder tensed up noticeably.

‘He’s hiding from that group of people!’