She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 263: Three Men and a Play

In the dark of night, the light between his fingers was clear as day. The blue inner flame was only the size of a soybean, surrounded by a bright yellow outer flame. The fire flickered and jumped in his fingers, extending freely with the breeze, exuding an air of coolness.

Kelvin was afraid to alert anyone and chose to remain still, staring coldly at the direction of the man.

Time passed second by second until about five minutes later when another black figure ran out from behind the villa. This one was slightly shorter than before and Kelvin couldn’t see either man’s face clearly. They whispered something to each other before the man playing with matches tilted his head slightly. His necklace suddenly leaned forward from around his neck and caught a glimmer from matchlight. It was round like a coin with an eagle soaring through clouds carved onto it while sharp talons gripped onto a long snake.

Kelvin suddenly felt familiar with this object but couldn’t quite place where he had seen it before.

After they finished talking, the thinner man left quickly.

The other one took out another box of matches from inside his jacket pocket. He opened it smoothly taking out one matchstick which he lit up immediately without playing around on his fingertips this time around; instead he lit up a cigarette, saying in rough hoarse voice “I have things to do, so I’ll be going now.”

“Aidan, take care.”

Both men left.

Kelvin quickly got off his car and walked towards Cheyenne’s villa gate but found nothing unusual except for summer insects chirping away in darkness surrounding him. He turned on flashlight on phone circling around Cheyenne’s villa once more but didn’t find anything suspicious.

When he was about to leave, suddenly there came an intense beam shining straight into Kelvin’s face!

A voice filled with anger spoke coldly, “Kelvin, what are you doing here?”

Kelvin’s eyes, making him squint uncomfortably while shielding most of its glare with fingers, allowing him to see who had come – Omari! What was he

man was wearing a white bathrobe, with the collar slightly open, revealing a fair and strong chest, as well as his hairy long legs that

was cold and he was also burning with anger. He stared back and asked with an equally indifferent voice, “Mr. Lara, can you explain why

noise downstairs finally woke up Cheyenne on the second floor. She had slept late and had only been asleep for two minutes when she heard a faint sound of footsteps. Cheyenne heard it but her laziness kicked in and she didn’t want to get up to

go away soon enough. But then there were voices

Enough was enough!

bed, pushed open the window and picked up the vase on her

far away from here at this

wet on his shoulder by some drops of water. Omari looked at Kelvin’s

waking up

thought, ‘Good! Let him suffer for sneaking around doing bad things at night!

glanced over

sound made by wheels rolling over the

“Iker!”

That black figure sitting steadily on the wheelchair with short hair slightly raised upwards

black plaid pajamas which couldn’t hide

was none other than

in front of two men in a white strap dress, the thin shoulder straps sticking to her fair and plump shoulders. The night breeze was cool, so

enchanting as

her hand and elegantly yawned. Her beautiful

tell me you’re

years ago when he came to pick her up for a wedding ceremony. It was really