She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: If You Call Me Honey

Playing dumb?

Cheyenne was in no rush to make him admit his crime.

A faint smile played across her lips as the man grew increasingly uneasy; he even tried to stand up and run away.

But in an instant, Cheyenne grabbed him by the shoulder and forced the glass into his mouth with her other hand.

"If you're going to offer me a drink," she said coolly, "it's only fair that you have some too."

"You... you bitch!"

The man was caught off guard and forced to take a few sips of wine, causing the red liquid to trickle down his fair chin and stain his shirt.

The color was like blood, and it dyed the shirt pink.

Cheyenne let go of him and pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere, carefully wiping her hands.

Even the nails were wiped meticulously, as if the man was some kind of dirty things.

"Keep insulting me, and I'll make you swallow even the shards of glass, believe it or not?"

"You dare!"

The man thought that he was caught off guard by her attack just now, which is why he looked so embarrassed. She's just a woman, and he can handle her easily.

He extended his hand and reached towards Cheyenne's mask, saying, "You bitch, let me see what you look like. How dare you play tricks on me."

However, before his hand could touch Cheyenne, he was forcibly dragged out by two security guards wearing black uniforms.

"Let go of me! What are you doing?" The man shouted loudly and said defiantly.

In an instant, behind the two security guards, a tall man with a refined figure walked over. He was wearing a dark blue suit and had a fox mask on his face.

He exuded an air of nobility, making it impossible for others to ignore him.

With a long stride, he walked to Cheyenne's side.

His voice was incredibly gentle, "Baby, it scared you just now, didn't it? It's all my fault for being late. Don't be angry, okay?"

Cheyenne looked up and, through the mask, just by looking at those eyes, she knew who the person was.

Goosebumps were all over her as she rolled her eyes and said, "Omari, can you please speak normally? Otherwise, I suspect I might snap you any moment."

"... Don't call me Omari. However, if you call me 'honey', I'd be willing to let you snap me."

"Dream on!" Cheyenne sneered.

The man sighed and replied, "Cheyenne, you're really heartless. It's such a small request, but you're unwilling to meet it. I heard you got divorced and immediately prepared to propose to you."

To return to the subject, how dared that man drug Cheyenne's drink?

"Castrate him and throw him into the nightclub." Omari ordered his bodyguards.

The man who was gentle and tender just a second ago immediately changed into a cold demeanor the next second.

The difference was so great that it seemed to create an illusion.

The man widened his eyes, subconsciously tightened his legs, and hurriedly said, "You... you dare, this is illegal."

"Cheyenne, this man is very interesting. I have lived for almost thirty years and it's the first time I've heard someone talk about law in front of me."

Omari Lara was an internationally renowned lawyer. The cases he took were all earth-shattering major ones.