She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 685: Meeting Again as Strangers Yvonne was chatting iwith a handsman dressed in black. She wore a black women's suit with a white shirt, her figure slim. She paired it with a black pencil skirt, wrapped her long and slender legs with flesh-colored stockings, and wore a pair of matte black high-heeled leather shoes. She exuded elegance and intellectuality.

Her long hair was pinned up with a metallic butterfly clip at the back of her head, and two strands of round pearl tassels hung down from the hairline. Against her lightly powdered cheeks, it was no wonder she was called the "Goddess of Diplomacy" even in her fifties.

It can be imagined how stunning she must have been when she was young.

Cheyenne, amazed, gave a look of astonishment and secretly thought, 'Grandfather tries to avoid such a beautiful woman. He really doesn't know how fortunate he is!' Just as she was lost in thought, Yvonne extended her hand towards her and gestured for her to come.

"Cheyenne, come." "This is Tucker Patel, the chairman of the Patel Group. He is also a physician and has a deep understanding of traditional medicine." Upon hearing the voice, Cheyenne walked up, her footsteps light, and stood in front of the middle-aged man. She looked at him confidently, exhibiting a pure and innocent smile, and extended her right hand. "Hello, Mr. Patel. Please take care of me." "Miss Lawrence, you're too polite. Your grandfather and I are old friends. We even collaborated in the past. Just callUncle." Cheyenne had no idea that her grandfather had friends in Jostrana. She had always thought he was just someone who enjoyed roaming the world.

"Uncle." After a simple handshake, representatives from Chulae gradually took their seats.

Cheyenne chose a spot in the middle, just to the left of Yvonne, directly across from the mysterious old man.

At the stime, a piercing gaze had been fixated on her since she entered the room, as if wanting to see through her. The gaze was so profound that it blended a mixed emotion within, restrained yet profound, and revealed yet subtle.

He was also wearing a traditional warrior suit from Jostrana, and unlike the man just now, he had not only a short knife at his waist, but also a flute made of bamboo.

Through his eyes, Cheyenne saw a different world, a world where the sunlight was just right.

Bathed in the brilliant summer sunset, the girl in the white pleated skirt coyly followed behind the black figure. As she walked, her hand idly fiddled with her school uniform pocket, her lips slightly pursed. "I can't walk anymore." In response, the black figure didn't turn around, his voice coldly rejecting her coquetry, conveying indifference and a hint of disdain in his words.

"Walk by yourself!" "No! I can't walk anymore, and my feet hurt." The girl, refusing to budge behind him, thought he would stop and wait for her, but to her surprise, he simply left.

His imposing yet unassuming figure took a couple of steps forward and gradually faded away.

"Kelvin! Oh... my... my feet really hurt..." Upon hearing this, the man's strides cto a halt.

It took several seconds. Not seeing the girl catch up, he began to worry.

The girl thought he wouldn't return, squatting on the ground, massaging the back of her foot. Bright red blood continuously flowed from it, staining her hands. It was her first twearing high heels.

All because she had heard that high heels were a woman's lethal weapon to captivate men.

However, she hadn't expected that new shoes always caused blisters. Just a few steps out, the delicate skin on her ankles had been chafed, bleeding profusely. Every step felt like a mermaid walking on razor blades, agonizing to the core.

Despite this, she continued to slowly walk in his direction, her pace as sluggish as a turtle's.

Right when the girl was feeling defeated, a massive black shadow suddenly emerged overhead, enveloping her completely.

A pair of fierce eyes glared down at her, his voice filled with displeasure. "If you can't wear high heels, why not choose comfortable flat shoes? It's truly suffering." "But, I wore them for you," the girl grumbled discontentedly.

Before her words could fully drop, her body suddenly soared, causing her to instinctively cry out in shock. "Ah..." "Don't move!" A stern voice sounded from above as the young man gave her a warning glance, lifting her horizontally into his arms.

The girl contentedly grasped his sleeve, quietly resting her head on his chest, her bright eyes twinkling with a hint of cunning cuteness. "Didn't you already leave?" "Of course, I cback. At your slow pace, you might not make it back even by daybreak." Though his tone was not very kind, his arms remained firmly and resolutely around her legs and waist, his hand attentively pressing down the hem of her skirt to prevent any mishap.

Under the brilliant summer afternoon sun and the picturesque sunset, the golden light shand upon him, casting his handsface in a halo of inviolable sanctity. His exclusive hint of cool mint fragrance wafted over, like rising rosemary on the water's surface, enveloping the senses in its allure.

In the final moments of memory, the imposing figure of the young man carried the girl away all memories and light becoming fragmented, suspended deep within the soul. en.swhovels "Kelvin Foley?" Who was he? As Cheyenne coldly gazed at the masked man's face, these words undoubtedly slipped from her parted lips.

Her voice was soft, yet enough to excite Kelvin greatly.

She... she just called out his name, didn't she?

Just as he wanted to confirm by looking at Cheyenne, the latter had already elegantly risen and walked toward the door in a long black evening gown. Behind her, a shadow immediately followed stealthily. A flash of silver vanished in an instant.

Beneath the mask, his deep-set eyes suddenly narrowed, and he hurriedly stood up, gripping the short sword at his waist, following closely behind.