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?”

shone painfully into Kelvin’s eyes, making him squint uncomfortably while shielding most of its glare with fingers, allowing him to see who

hairy long legs that

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

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

be a stray cat or something nearby that would go away soon enough. But then there were voices of two people arguing right

Enough was enough!

her bed, pushed open the window

far away from here at this time of night! What are you trying

cold water poured down from above suddenly. Although Kelvin who stood under her window reacted quickly enough by moving aside but still got wet on his shoulder by some drops of water. Omari looked at Kelvin’s miserable appearance

up early. Mr. Foley, please forgive

he thought, ‘Good! Let him suffer for sneaking around doing bad things at night! It was a pity that Kelvin managed to avoid

glanced

then, another magnetic voice came from behind them. The sound made by wheels rolling

“Iker!”

without changing expression; That black figure sitting steadily on the wheelchair with short hair slightly raised upwards due

wore black plaid pajamas which couldn’t hide

forward was

and plump shoulders. The night breeze was cool, so she draped a

was as enchanting as a

her hand and elegantly yawned. Her beautiful starry

tell me

time at the Lawrence Villa, the first being three years ago when he came to pick her up for a wedding ceremony. It was