She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 92: Do You Have a Cigarette?

The doubt in Kelvin’s eyes made the shop owner angry. Germans value honesty above all else and would never deceive their customers.

He had been in this industry for over fifty years and had never encountered a customer causing trouble.

To prove that he wasn’t lying, the shop owner continued to speak, “Sir, there is actually a mystery hidden within this pen. When it is soaked in hot water, you can see characters.”

There was a glass tube embedded inside with cute version of Kelvin drawn by Cheyenne.

The outside of the pen was sprayed with a layer of black special material that appeared ordinary at first glance but would fade when exposed to hot water.

The female employee quickly brought over a cup of water. The shop owner threw the cap into it and then took it out again.

Sure enough, there was a small drawing on top – Kelvin’s character image – a small person with big round head wearing black suit with hands in pockets looking cool and aloof.

The shop owner wetted the entire body of the pen again; Cheyenne’s cute version image appeared once more.

The girl had long flowing hair cascading down her shoulders as she lay on her desk wearing white school uniform while an orange cat sat beside her. Both were gazing out through window at a young man standing under cherry blossom tree dressed in white shirt being blown by wind.

The cherry blossoms fell to the ground, beautiful like a fairy tale. And there he was! Next to him was a small inscription that read, “He’s like winter, but I’m summer. Let the autumn leaves bring my blessings to him.” Five years ago, this was an impressive design idea that earned him numerous international awards. He owed it all to Miss Lawrence and had a deep impression of this pen. At the time, he wanted to buy it but Miss Lawrence said it was meant as a birthday gift for someone special and couldn’t be sold.

The pen was Cheyenne’s creation. So why didn’t she give it to him personally? Suddenly Kelvin remembered his 22nd birthday party and college graduation ceremony where Abbie shyly handed him the pen, saying, “Kelvin, this is my handmade pen for you on your birthday. Happy Birthday!” The applause echoed around them as envy and teasing glances were exchanged between them. And he hadn’t expected her to be so thoughtful, even making a pen herself despite her health condition, just to give it to him. He accepted it with gratitude.

Then Cheyenne appeared out of nowhere in front of him, shouting angrily, “She’s lying! That pen is made by me!”

At sixteen years old, Cheyenne had always been problematic at school, either skipping classes or getting into fights and even going clubbing at night sometimes.

that night with tears streaming down her face like crystal beads falling from her

making her look like a cute little rabbit. However, in just a moment, this

front of relatives and friends, she insulted Abbie like a

been blind to trust you. This pen

the ground and covered her chest

Her heart disease relapsed.

about him at

that Cheyenne was vain and had a strong sense of jealousy, and could not tolerate Abbie’s existence, so he chose to stand in front of Abbie

seen Cheyenne show that kind of

watery eyes were dim in

what I do, I can’t compare

with Abbie. She is gentle and kind, while you are arrogant and domineering, without any skills or

if you dare to hurt her

watched as Cheyenne’s slender figure walked out of the banquet

it seemed to glow, set against

for five years and

Cheyenne. But now that the truth was out, Kelvin’s heart was stirred with a

always saw as a kind and gentle woman was actually the one deceiving him, while Cheyenne he disdained was the one

his water glass and

it? Or should

closed the parchment scroll and returned it to its

it for over a

cut herself badly on some glass but refused

cherry blossoms in this painting is made from her blood,” continued the shopkeeper with admiration. “Miss Lawrence is one of the most determined and sincere young ladies I’ve ever met, even though she’s so

outside. With disdainful