Became A Queen After divorce

Libby discreetly observed Kelvin.

So this is the richest man in Chulae?

He truly is young and promising, perhaps only Sam could compare to him.

“Alright, let’s leave.”

The couple bid their farewells and left together, leaving Natalia standing there in thought, silent for a long time.

After watching them leave, Libby turned around and saw her aunt in a daze.

“Aunt, what’s wrong?”

Natalia took a deep breath and shook her head.

“Nothing, it’s just the first time I’ve seen Miss Lawrence’s husband, so I was curious.”

“I see.”

Mr. Foley indeed had the ability to make women stare.

Little did they know, Natalia wasn’t staring at Kelvin because of his looks, but because of the dark red mole between his eyebrows.

As a direct descendant of the Cunningham family, Natalia hadn’t mastered the family’s excellent Gu magic, but she had some knowledge from long-term exposure.

The red dot on Kelvin’s forehead wasn’t a mole; it was the mark of the Golden Silkworm Magic.

A businessman from Chulae possessing the Golden Silkworm Magic, a treasure of Miaojiang!

It seemed Mr. Foley was not simple. She would have to ask Kiara, who also came from Chulae, about this tomorrow.

On the other side, after leaving the banquet and realizing it was still early, Kelvin decided to take Cheyenne for a walk nearby before heading home.

There happened to be a square next to the palace where a light show would start at ten o’clock.

“Well, if we go back, we’ll just lie around playing with our phones. Let’s go see the light show.”

Even after many years together, they were still like a newly in love couple, wanting to be together every minute.

Kelvin held her waist possessively, warding off any covetous glances at Cheyenne.

Curiously, he asked, “What did Mrs. Gilliam say to you just now?”

Seeing no one around, Cheyenne answered his question: “She wants me to help her-kill Declan.”

“… How could that be?”

Kelvin had thought of many possibilities but never that Natalia would want to kill Declan.

“Why? Aren’t they married?”

“They are, but Declan cheated on her with multiple women… Hmph, scumbag!”

Hearing Cheyenne’s cold tone made Kelvin break out in a cold sweat.

Full of survival instinct, he quickly pledged his loyalty to his wife.

“Cheyenne, don’t worry. I’m not like that old man. I promise I won’t even look at another woman.”

“Then I’ll reluctantly believe you this time.”

Hearing this, Kelvin breathed a sigh of relief and continued: “So did you agree to help her?”

“Why not? Declan is our target anyway. With Natalia’s help, it will be much easier.”

Cheyenne nodded and smiled lightly.

“Just be careful when dealing with Mrs. Gilliam. She doesn’t seem like a simple person.”

Hearing his concern for her warmed Cheyenne’s heart.

She turned to look at him, her red lips curling into a smile.

“Don’t worry. Your wife isn’t easy to deal with either. Even if she tries to scheme against me, I’m no fool.”

That phrase ‘your wife’ hit Kelvin right in the heart.

He couldn’t help but pull Cheyenne into his arms, planting a loving kiss on her forehead.

“Of course. I believe in you, Cheyenne. And as long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

His deep-set eyes were as profound as the sea, reflecting her image as if she were his entire world.

Cheyenne nodded and quietly lay in his arms, smiling.

“Okay.”

At ten o’clock sharp, all the lights around the square went out at once, plunging everything into darkness.

The scene didn’t become chaotic; everyone held their breath, waiting for the light to return.

In the darkness, Kelvin’s arm tightened around her, his warm breath teasing her ear.

“It’s coming.”

“Ah… Wh-what’s coming?”

Cheyenne was so lost in his captivating voice that she momentarily lost her senses.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

As the numbers flashed and changed, when it reached “zero,” two silver lights shot up like dragons from the base.

When they reached the top, they exploded into colorful lights that illuminated the night sky.

The fountain at the top of the building also started spraying water, hanging like a waterfall before them.

It was her first time seeing such a magnificent light show; she stared at it without blinking.

The dazzling lights illuminated her fair face.

Kelvin watched her intently; she was more beautiful than the scenery.

The show ended quickly, and the surroundings returned to their previous brightness. Cheyenne reluctantly looked away.

“Did you like it?”

Seeing her reaction, Kelvin thought about setting up a light show at his company building so she could watch it every day.

“I liked it. But beautiful things are always fleeting. It’s already lucky to see it once.”

“Let’s go back. I’m a bit tired and want to rest early tonight.”

Kelvin was still pondering over her melancholic words about fleeting beauty when he heard “rest early.” His eyes lit up with joy as he eagerly agreed.

“Resting early is good… very good.”

Cheyenne was speechless.

She meant actual rest; was he thinking too much?

After leaving the banquet, Pearl didn’t go straight home but went looking for a place to buy newspapers on the street.

Finally, she found a small newsstand at a corner.

The owner was an elderly man in his seventies or eighties. With few people around at night, he was about to close up and go home.

“Wait a minute.”

A clear voice suddenly called out, stopping him.

“Miss, do you want to buy a newspaper? Today’s papers are sold out and tomorrow’s haven’t been printed yet.”

Pearl generously pulled out a thick wad of cash from her handbag and handed it to the old man, instructing him:

“Find me all the newspapers from November 1st to today. I need one copy of each.”

“Huh? Those are old… I’m not sure if we still have them in the store.”

Newspapers are all about timeliness; if they weren’t sold on the day, the owner would bundle them up and sell them as scrap paper.

“I don’t care. I’ve already given you the money.”

Seeing such a large sum of money, the old man reluctantly agreed.

“Alright then, I’ll try to find them.”

Though small, the newsstand was cluttered with items. The owner spent nearly half an hour rummaging before finding a bundle of newspapers stuffed in a corner.

“Found them! Newspapers from November until now-about two months’ worth.”

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