“You deserved to be slapped! You’re useless! Didn’t I warn you before I left?” Kelvin gritted his teeth, his icy gaze intensifying Eddie’s guilt.
“It’s my fault for not protecting Cheyenne and allowing something to happen to her. I found this in her room.” He cleared his throat and pulled out a handwritten note.
The handwriting was elegant and graceful, and Kelvin recognized it with just one glance.
Ripping the paper into a ball, he muttered, “It’s from her!”
Of course, it had to be her. There was no one else.
“Who?” Yvonne and the others were completely perplexed, staring at Mr. Foley in confusion.
Judging by his tone, did he know the person?
Kelvin didn’t answer their questions. Instead, he called out to Chris, “Drive, we’re going back to the old mansion.”
“Huh?” Is he still going to Jostrana?
The flight ticket was what he had paid for in advance, and if he canceled now, he would lose a significant amount from the cancellation fee.
Most importantly, if the trip was canceled, he might not be able to get reimbursed, oh no!
Before Chris could stop his tears from flowing internally, Kelvin had already taken a step forward. When he came to his senses, the extraordinary figure had already walked quite a distance.
“Boss, wait for me!”
The fragrance of lavender lingered in the air as Cheyenne slept, as if she was lounging lazily in a lavender field in Provence.
Suddenly, she noticed a white figure on the other side of the field, holding a bouquet and slowly walking towards her, bathed in a soft golden light, like a divine being.
She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, but she faintly felt his tenderness.
“Cheyenne, my bride, I’m willing to spend a lifetime guarding your happiness.”
His vow was moving, and Cheyenne’s ears grew warm. She reached out to take the bouquet when the man in front of her suddenly changed.
He turned into the cold Kelvin, his eyes red, and his voice angry as he grabbed her shoulders and said, “You can’t marry him, you’re mine!”
He angrily lifted her and locked her in a iron cage, ignoring her pleas.
Finally, the sensation of pain in her stomach woke Cheyenne up.
She found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and she was stunned for a while as chaotic memories flooded her mind.
She remembered fainting at the Miller family’s Shrine, so how did she end up here?
It didn’t look like the hotel where she was staying.
Where was she?
And who brought her here?
A series of questions swirled in Cheyenne’s mind as she pondered various possible outcomes when she heard footsteps behind her, “clatter, clatter…”
Someone was coming!
And judging by the sound, it seemed to be a woman.
Soon, a tall and glamorous figure with a flamboyant gait arrived in front of Cheyenne. The woman was dressed in a scarlet robe with embroidered peony patterns and a large butterfly-shaped belt around her waist as she stepped forth in clogs.
With her fair and lovely face, who else could it be but Sophie? She stopped by Cheyenne’s bed, her faintly jealous gaze scanning her face.
Sharp nails adorned with delicate nail art, embellished with sparkling crystal shards and butterflies, made her beauty exquisite in every way.
Cheyenne was not sure if she did it deliberately, but as her fingertips pressed a bit harder, Cheyenne’s fair face was left with two faint red marks.
Sophie had just returned from outside, a slight chill lingering on her fingertips.
“Tsk tsk, this face is so beautiful that it makes even a woman like me jealous. I really want to… destroy you!” Her tone was soft and slow, but the content of her words was chilling.
But Cheyenne wasn’t someone to be easily frightened by just a few words.
She looked at Sophie with shallow eyes, a faint smile playing at the corners of her pale lips, and lazily yawned. “Oh, and then what?”
The more unconcerned she appeared, the angrier Sophie became.
With a sardonic laugh, she said, “What makes you worthy of having so many outstanding men circling around you? Omari, Benson, Kelvin, and even that clueless doctor, all love you. Even my brother… haha, are you deserving?”
Cheyenne touched her nose and looked at her reflection in the metal desk lamp, indulging in self-admiration. “Why wouldn’t I deserve a few suitors like me?”
If she were less morally conscious, she could date them all at once. Being a playgirl might be quite fun.
Unfortunately, Cheyenne didn’t want to do that, simply because… she was lazy.
Whether it was Omari or Benson, they were all intimate friends to her. In her entire life, she had only been infatuated with Kelvin.
She didn’t want to deceive herself or anyone else, so she had never given anyone false hope. Each rejection was sincere.
She owed Benson, she owed Omari… perhaps she would never be able to repay them in this lifetime.
But Cheyenne was very clear that being moved and having feelings were two different things. She wouldn’t choose to be with someone just out of gratitude, as it would be unfair to both parties.
As for Sophie’s jealousy, she couldn’t control that. She could think what she wanted; after all, Cheyenne had a clear conscience.
Listening to Cheyenne’s shameless response, Sophie was momentarily speechless.
Then, as if struck by a thought, a sly smile crept onto her face, a gloating expression about to be written all over it.
She lightly clapped her hands. “Come in, don’t you want to meet your old acquaintance?”
Someone else was at the door?!
As Sophie’s words fell, a figure slowly emerged from the dark shadows behind the door.
The man’s shadow reflected on the ground, tall and slim, sporting a pair of glasses.
His shiny leather shoes glistened in the light, and looking up, his black suit pants encased a pair of long and sturdy legs.
The man’s handsome face appeared in the light, with distinct features and deep contours, his noble and profound eyes carrying a complex light.
The vintage gold-rimmed glasses reflected a sparkle, making it difficult to decipher his gaze in that moment.
Cheyenne’s gaze followed him closely, her throat dry, her somewhat parched lips whispering in disbelief, “Omari Lara…”
Why?
Why had the people she trusted ultimately betrayed her?
In an instant, Cheyenne laughed.
Her face grimaced, her eyes cold and mocking.