Camilla never expected them to arrive so quickly, and she was instantly frightened, her face turning pale as she screamed in panic. “Quickly, let’s go! We need to leave now.” There were too many of them on the other side, while they only had a few people on their side. If they tried to fight back, they would not be able to match the Miller family.
At this critical moment, Camilla made an astonishing decision. She pushed her longtime bodyguard off the helicopter and forcefully closed the cabin door. “Let’s go!”
Even though the pilot was stunned by her actions, he couldn’t disobey his employer.
As the plane slowly lifted off from the ground, a gust of wind from its propellers blew down one of Camilla’s bodyguards who had fallen out of it earlier but managed to survive thanks to its buoyancy.
He looked incredulously at Miss Callahan as she left him behind and clutched his injured chest. The next moment he saw a gun pointed at his forehead.
Looking up in front of him stood a man dressed in black with deep-set eyes that were cold as ice and handsome features that exuded dominance.
Kelvin pressed his thumb against the trigger, ready to take away his life at any moment. “Where is that woman planning on escaping?”
The bodyguard didn’t want to say anything initially, but Benson’s offer changed everything for him. “Tell me where she is heading and I’ll give you ten million .”
Without hesitation this time around, he gave Kelvin an answer. “Tondende; we planned on taking Miss Callahan there for safety.”
Hearing this, Benson kept true to his word by throwing him a check before using gentle words with deadly intent. “Ten million? What a pity you won’t be alive long enough to spend it.”
Before he could even react or understand what Benson meant by those words gunfire erupted all around them, deafening everyone present except for Kelvin who furrowed his brow and looked displeased, “Why did you kill him?”
Benson only cared about having bloodstains on his white suit which bothered someone like himself with OCD so much that he pulled out the handkerchief from the pocket elegantly, wiped away any traces of bloodstains while speaking softly with lips slightly parted, “This is my challenge towards the Callahan family; don’t worry about it, Kelvin.”
“If Cheyenne knew that her deity was actually someone like you right now, I wonder if she’d feel disappointed?”
Benson smiled lightly and threw the white silk handkerchief in his hand over the corpse’s face, covering that lifeless stare.
“Don’t tell Cheyenne,” he said.
“Don’t worry, you’re no longer my love rival. I don’t stoop to such petty behavior.”
But now Benson was his brother-in-law. Kelvin was too proud to call his former rival “brother-in-law”; he would sooner die than utter those words.
Early the next day, the royal family announced that they were canceling their engagement with the Callahan family and instead betrothing a granddaughter of the Patel family to their crown prince.
Meanwhile, news of Camilla releasing snakes in Benson’s private hot springs and biting guests had gone viral on international websites. The Callahan family not only lost face but also lost the king’s trust while offending Benson at the same time.
Camilla went into hiding out of fear, leaving Jamari Callahan, the head of their family, to apologize for her actions. So more than ten luxury cars worth millions escorted both Jamari and the king as they came to apologize at the Miller Mansion.
Of course, Cheyenne couldn’t show her face during this event; it was Kelvin who accompanied Benson throughout their visit. While they were busy in front receiving guests’ apologies, Cheyenne played with their two children in a small garden behind them all day long.
That night after putting their kids to bed, she prepared for a shower when Kelvin returned home reeking of alcohol.
As soon as he walked through the door, he saw her bending down, covering up their kids with blankets.
Kelvin quietly approached from behind, wrapped his arms around Cheyenne’s waist, and lifted her up.
“Cheyenne…I missed you so much today.”
His breath smelled like alcohol as it sprayed onto her neck, causing goosebumps all over her skin. She glared back at him .
“Let me go! First tell me what happened earlier?”
“Shh… keep your voice down or else you’ll wake up our children,” said Kelvin softly.”Come on, let’s talk inside our room.”
Without waiting for any resistance from Cheyenne, Kelvin carried her back into their bedroom where they sat together by doorway.
The evening breeze brushed past Kelvin’s handsome face while joy shone brightly in his eyes. “Jamari promised that he would catch Camilla and make her apologize publicly, and secondly half of energy orders will be given directly to Benson.”
“And the king promised me to give tax exemptions for all products exported by the Foley Group for the next three years.” This was a huge loss for the royal family.
Cheyenne was surprised when she heard this and her mouth dropped open in shock. “You guys are asking for too much,” she said.
In reality, she wasn’t bitten by a snake; at most, she was just a little scared.
Kelvin rarely saw her show such an adorable side in front of him and couldn’t help but kiss her lips. His long tongue dominated her sweet lips as he said, “Cheyenne, since I performed so well today, can you reward me with one thing?”
His restless hand landed on her waist belt and was immediately slapped away by Cheyenne. “Get lost! You stink of alcohol.”
Being rejected by his wife made Kelvin lower his head to smell himself and realized that he did indeed have a strong smell of alcohol on him. “I’ll go wash now.”
“Okay.”
Cheyenne nodded as she watched him hurry towards the bathroom like an idiot while smiling faintly with red lips.
By the time Kelvin finished washing up and walked out to serve Cheyenne, he found that she was lying on the ground, sleeping soundly with lavender-scented steam eye mask over her eyes which helped improve sleep quality. Cheyenne had trouble sleeping ever since Cierra’s birth.
He felt helpless seeing how deeply asleep she was. “Forget it, I’ll endure it!”
After all, they were going back home soon, and when they got there, he would see if Cheyenne could find any excuses then!
Two days later, the weather was sunny, making it perfect day for travel.
Today is Kelvin’s long-awaited return home day, and Cheyenne didn’t even need to lift a finger packing their luggage. He took the initiative in packing everything neatly before picking both children up gently from the bed, quickly rummaging through their suitcase and finding two sets of clothes each before handing them over.
“Oliver is already old enough to dress himself,” he reminded them.
The still yawning boy glanced outside at the sky that was just brightening up and lazily replied, “Yes”.
Kelvin personally carried Cierra while speaking more patiently, “Come here, Cierra, Daddy will help you get dressed.”