Became A Queen After divorce

His deep blue eyes held a hint of sorrow, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye added a touch of enchanting allure to his countenance.

Cheyenne squinted at him before suddenly grabbing onto his sleeve with her delicate hand. “Tell me how you know my name.”

Jerome looked down at Cheyenne’s delicate hands. Her pink nails were shiny and clean, making him feel extremely comfortable. Such a pair of hands would be perfect for a massage; how could she ever hit himself?

“I went to Mr. Foley’s office just now,” he said.

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Of course, he wouldn’t tell Cheyenne that.

The famous male star didn’t even have the qualifications to enter Mr. Foley’s office…

It was too much for his weak and fragile heart to handle.

It was Mr. Foley’s assistant who tactfully told him, “You shouldn’t be hanging out with Mr. Foley’s ex-wife.”

Ex-wife?

Jerome immediately searched online to find out who Mr. Foley’s ex-wife was.

And when the news came up on the web page, it scared him so much.

Wasn’t this the woman he had been searching for days?

She had actually been married before – and not just anyone but Kelvin, the CEO of the Foley Group!

This one sentence from Jerome put Cheyenne into deep contemplation.

‘What does Kelvin mean by this? We’re divorced, why is he still trying to control my life?’ Cheyenne thought, feeling displeased.

Jerome noticed her distress and saw the anger hidden behind her fair complexion in the dimly lit elevator. He approached her and gently wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders.

“You see, your ex-husband took away my endorsement deal, and he kicked you out of his life. Why don’t we team up and get revenge? Be my girlfriend and we’ll show him what he’s missing,” Jerome whispered seductively into Cheyenne’s ear.

Cheyenne let out a bitter laugh as she looked at Jerome with a pained expression in her eyes.

“I don’t mean anything to him. If you want revenge, that’s your business! Let go!” she exclaimed as she pushed away from Jerome’s embrace.

She refused to lower herself by getting involved with someone like Jerome just to seek revenge on Kelvin. Even if they did end up together in bed, Kelvin probably wouldn’t feel anything.

Being rejected once again, yet Jerome persisted, his hand sneaking under the thin fabric to lightly touch her smooth fragrant shoulder.

In the next instant, the elevator echoed with a scream of agony.

This sent the people waiting outside the elevator jumping in fright, their gazes collectively fixated on the tightly shut doors.

Finally, the doors of the elevator slowly opened.

The scene inside left everyone dumbfounded.

A petite and stunningly beautiful girl in a white dress was holding her fist, preparing to strike the man.

The man crouched on the ground, clutching his groin, his face bruised and battered, looking weak and beaten.

Large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, sliding over his prominent nose.

“Cheyenne, you… you’re so ruthless, you actually kicked me there.”

The woman smiled lightly and even reached out to touch his silver hair before leaving. Her actions were carefree like she was playing with a cat at home.

“I forgot to tell you that I’m a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo. My kicks are fast, accurate, and ruthless!”

Jerome tried to speak but the pain made it difficult for him to form coherent words.

“Just wait until I’m better… I’ll make sure you pay! You’ve hurt my heart!”

Cheyenne glanced sympathetically at his crotch before sarcastically asking if she should kick him again.

Like a conditioned reflex, all of the male bystanders outside of the elevator took one step back while looking sympathetically at the young man inside.

Jerome struggled to stand up against the wall of the elevator as he slowly moved out in an awkward stance.

“Oh my, my little darling. What are you doing here? Come on, let’s go back to the CEO’s office and have a good talk with Mr. Foley,” his agent said as he looked at his artist’s panda eyes.

“What… what happened?” The agent was taken aback.

Jerome covered his eyes and gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a sentence, “I got beaten up by a woman.”

What? He got beaten up! By a woman!

The agent couldn’t bear to look at Jerome’s face anymore.

Jerome was the prince charming of millions of girls and women. Every girl would scream in excitement when they saw him. Yet he had been beaten up by a woman. It was really unprecedented.

The agent suddenly became curious about which woman could be so ruthless towards him.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne received a call from her friend Kate after getting off the elevator.

“Hello, Kate.”

“Cheyenne, where are you?” Kate sounded worried on the other end of the line and it warmed Cheyenne’s heart.

“I’m outside by the garage door. Hurry over here. See you soon.”

The concert was cancelled at the last minute, and there was no point in staying here any longer. Cheyenne pulled out her car keys from her purse while on the phone.

“Beep beep…”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

She sat in the passenger seat and buckled up as she saw another car slowly driving towards her from the other side of the garage.

A black Rolls-Royce with license plate “829”. Who else could it be but Kelvin?

Through the glass, Kelvin naturally saw Cheyenne’s pink luxury car in front of him, and her face imprinted itself into his mind.

Her delicate eyebrows framed a pair of cold yet serene eyes that showed no hint of infatuation or emotion. It was like a starless night sky.

Kelvin glanced at the passenger seat. Why wasn’t she with her little boyfriend?

In just a momentary eye contact, Cheyenne felt his disdain and indifference towards her.

She scoffed lightly before averting her gaze and stepping on the gas pedal to drive away.

It wasn’t until she disappeared from his sight that Kelvin withdrew his gaze. In his vast ocean-like eyes lay complex emotions he himself didn’t even realize he had.

At Kate’s doorstep, Cheyenne picked up Kate and drove her back to her home.

On the way, Kate whispered her speculation to Cheyenne, “Do you think Mr. Foley might be jealous?”

“No way.”

“Why not? Maybe he realized he likes you after his divorce.”

“He wouldn’t.” Cheyenne was resolute in her conclusion.

But Kate thought otherwise.

After all, Cheyenne was so outstanding.

Returning home, exhausted, Cheyenne headed straight to her bedroom.

After a while, she pulled out a journal from the drawer and wrote down some delicate words with a pen.

“Saw him again today. It hurt less than last time. Keep trying to forget Kelvin.”