Became A Queen After divorce

The woman stood up from her seat and walked gracefully over to his side. She breathed out a hot breath and giggled softly.

“Mr. Foley, you really can’t stand to lose, can you?

“Cheyenne Lawrence!”

As Omari clenched his fists tightly under his suit sleeves, his knuckles turning white, Omari feared that he might harm Cheyenne in a fit of anger.

He strode over to them and positioned himself as her protector, standing between her and Kelvin. “You must be Cheyenne’s ex-husband,” he said with emphasis on the word “ex”.

Kelvin felt a surge of anger at the tone of Omari’s voice. Without hesitation, he retorted with a sneer, “And you must be her lover?”

Cheyenne furrowed her brows in confusion. What did he mean?

Omari chuckled softly and replied with a hint of regret in his voice, “I wish I were. But Cheyenne has always refused me. Thanks to Mr. Foley for letting go of her, I can pursue her openly now.”

Kelvin felt like something was stuck in his throat; he didn’t know how to vent it out.

His intuition told him that this man was not simple!

“I won’t let you have what Cheyenne wants! 30 million dollars! I’ll take the herb,” Omari said lightly as he hugged Cheyenne’s shoulder and returned to their seats.

30 million dollars…

It was five times more than the value of this herb.

Just then, the beautiful hostess turned towards them and spoke softly into the microphone, “I’m sorry, everyone; our boss just informed us that we’re not selling this herb anymore but giving it away for free to this lady here.”

‘What? The herb has gone for 30 million dollars, but its owner wants to give it away to Cheyenne for free. What the hell is wrong with him?’ others thought.

Cheyenne was just as confused as everyone else. It was her first time attending Hatchdew Auction.

She didn’t even know who the boss behind them was.

Omari looked troubled and squeezed Cheyenne’s hand, “You have such great charm. I’m jealous.”

“Be serious. I’m just as clueless,” she pulled her hand back and rolled her eyes.

Soon enough, the beautiful host walked down with Miss Etiquette following behind her. Miss Etiquette held a wooden tray with Rejuvenated Herbs on it. She passed by Abbie and stopped in front of Cheyenne.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Madam, please accept this herb,” said Miss Etiquette with a smile.

“Why?” asked Cheyenne surprised but didn’t reach for it.

“The CEO requested to give it to you. He also wants to meet you in person and is waiting for you in his private room upstairs.”

So taking this herb meant she had to meet him?

Cheyenne took a deep breath and nodded, “Alright, I’ll go see your CEO.”

“Cheyenne, don’t go. If you want the herb, I can help you find it or offer a higher price to buy it,” Omari said. Who knows what their CEO’s intentions are? What if he wants to harm Cheyenne?

But Cheyenne refused his offer, “Are you crazy? They’re giving it to me for free. A meeting can be traded for 30 million dollars. It is a great deal!”

“But…”

“There’s no buts. If you’re worried, come with me.”

The hostess was hesitant because her boss only wanted to see Cheyenne.

“Okay then. Follow me,” she said.

They followed her up to the luxurious private room on the second floor while everyone below looked on enviously.

Kelvin only looked away when Cheyenne disappeared from view and stood there in silence.

Looking at Abbie with remorseful eyes, he said, “Abbie… I’m sorry… maybe…”

Maybe they had to wait for another five years.

Abbie was burning with rage inside. She couldn’t figure out why a dissolute woman like Cheyenne to have so many men protecting her.

But she had to put on a soft and gentle facade as tears welled up in her eyes, “It’s okay, Kelvin… I’m used to it.”

She knew that acting this way would only make Kelvin feel more guilty and treat her even better than before.

“I’m sorry,” Kelvin said.

The upstairs private room was elegant and filled with precious antiques. A man, around sixty years old, sat on the sofa with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, exuding an air of refinement and distinction.

“I presume you are Miss Lawrence,” he said, gesturing for them to take a seat.

Cheyenne sat down in the chair opposite him, a faint smile playing on her stunning face. “I am Cheyenne Lawrence. How did you recognize me?”

The man didn’t answer but instead picked up the purple clay teapot from the table and poured two cups of tea with graceful movements. He revealed a string of Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist as he did so, catching Cheyenne’s eye and causing her expression to darken slightly. Her grandfather also had a string like that.

“Miss Lawrence, please have some tea,” he said before introducing himself. “My name is Adrian Edwards. Your grandfather and I were cousins who left our village together to seek our fortunes. He went to Akloit while I went south.”

Granduncle!

Cheyenne had always been observant, and her grandfather had never mentioned anything about Adrian before.

Adrian coughed before adding, “Your grandfather and I had some minor conflicts when we were young, so we haven’t been in contact for many years.”

“Oh.”

Adrian put down his teacup with a troubled expression on his face.

“Let’s get straight to the point. I’m now working alongside the Todd family. Their young master was ambushed by enemies several years ago and has been bedridden ever since. I hope you can go treat him and you can make any conditions.”

The young master of the Todd family was Iker Todd.

Cheyenne had heard of him. Three years ago, Iker was awarded the rank of Major-General at a young age, making him a rising star in the military world.

The media also liked to compare him with Kelvin.

She had seen Major-General Todd through news reports – he was only around twenty-three years old but extremely handsome in his military uniform.

At that time, she was just starting to fall in love and thought Kelvin was the most handsome man in the world through rose-tinted glasses.

Unfortunately, three years ago on one fateful day, this shining star fell before everyone’s eyes.

It turned out that Major-General Todd fell ill.

Cheyenne remembered her grandfather’s instructions for her at this moment and put on an awkward smile on her face.

“Granduncle, I sympathize with Major-General Todd too but… I don’t know anything about medicine. When I applied for college back then, surgery seemed like a good choice but then I got married before school started.”

Don’t know anything about medicine?

Adrian was shocked to hear that.