She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 719: It's Cheyenne AgainContent bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Because his father had decided to hand over the Miller family to him, as a family tradition, every generation's head must guard the ancestral temple for ten years. This is why Rohan suddenly withdrew from Chulae, leaving him and his mother behind.

Ten years...

How many ten-year periods can a person have in their life?

Perhaps it was his sincere and nostalgic gaze that moved Cheyenne, or maybe it was their long-standing friendship that softened her heart.

Oh well, she would fulfill his small request.

Isn't it just drinking a bowl of soup?

Consider it as repaying the three years of blindness he suffered to save her.

Cheyenne bit her rosy lip and extended her fair petite hand in front of him, her stubbornness mixed with a touch of tenderness, "Once I finish this soup, I'll move out of here." "Alright."

Swiftly, she grabbed the delicate bowl from his hands, tilting her elegant and slender neck, gulping down two mouthfuls.

Clang!

Suddenly, a crisp sound resonated throughout the room.

The bowl in Cheyenne's hand slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces. The exquisite antique was instantly broken.

The fragrant and delicious chicken soup scattered all over the floor, with the vibrant green scallion contrasting against the deep red floral carpet.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne clutched her neck with both hands, writhing in pain on the floor. Her red lips slightly parted, emitting faint cries.

"You!"

"I should not have been softhearted."

She coughed violently, realizing that something had been added to the chicken soup. The moment it entered her stomach, it burned like eating ten pounds of chili, causing intense pain. Benson was momentarily stunned by Cheyenne's extreme reaction. He quickly squatted down, picked up the broken pieces of porcelain from the ground, and brought them close to his nose for a sniff. His face suddenly changed, his gaze fixed on the remaining soup. How could there be a Black Curse in it?

He had been closely watching and making the chicken soup from start to finish, with no one interfering. How could someone have tampered with it?

Black curses were advanced curses specifically targeted at women. In severe cases, it could cause immediate death.

Since being pregnant, Cheyenne's belly was first affected by this curse.

"Ouch! Ah... please save me."

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I didn't know my father had tampered with the soup."

Cheyenne, now rolling on the floor in agony, felt a throbbing pain in the depths of her soul. The child had been in her womb for over four months now, and it could already move. Cheyenne had never felt its presence so clearly before.

Perhaps she had wanted to get rid of it before, but now Cheyenne couldn't bring herself to do it. She still wanted Kelvin to know about the existence of this child, although it seemed impossible now. Thinking of that man, Cheyenne, for the first time, desperately wished for him to appear by her side immediately.

Kelvin...

Onistead.

Dim streetlights.

A man leaned against a wall, a lit cigarette between his fingers. The faint red glow of the flame flickered.

The thin smoke obscured his features, making them even more elusive.

But those deep and sharp eyes made Nora's heart constrict, and she discreetly clenched her fists.

He looked down on her from above, and his profound and handsome features were no less impressive than the current idol male stars.

A black coat draped him.

He was dangerous.

Nora quietly thought to herself.

In the next moment, the man crouched down, his fingertips slowly approaching her thigh, a hand resting firmly on her thigh. His touch felt like an icy blade, gently caressing her thigh.

Slowly, he pulled up the accordion

pleated skirt, revealing a glimpse of

white lace-edged safety shorts. She trembled all over. Nora bit her red lip, lifting her clear eyes to look at the man, tears spilling uncontrollably.

"Please, let me go. I... I really didn't see anything!"

"Why cry? really hate it when women cry the most..." He asserted, his hand skimming her delicate and warm skin. Although his actions were sensual, Nora felt nothing but the fear of impending death.

"I won't tell anyone, please, let me go, sir," she pleaded, her voice trembling.

The girl before him was extremely beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes, and red lips. Even without makeup, she was in the limelight.

Omari thought she was naturally beautiful and pleasing to the eye, but he knew very well that she was a real troublemaker.

"What should I do? It seems like I can't bear to kill you. I remember you're Cheyenne's sister, right?" he murmured in a low voice, the cigarette in his hand nearing the girl's thigh.

Closer and closer...

What would it look like if this cigarette left a scar on her perfect leg? At the thought of this, Nora's face turned deathly pale in an instant, tears streaming down her exquisite face. In the next moment, she reached out a fair hand and grabbed the man's sleeve, her voice full of tears.

"Don't kill me, I really won't tell anyone! I... I'll vouch for it with my integrity."

"Integrity?" The man couldn't help laughing. They were all scoundrels and didn't believe in such things.

"Boss, you might as well just kill her. If you like, you can have your way with her first and then kill her," suggested the man's henchman behind him.

She's a pretty woman and has a great figure.

But unfortunately, the boss wasn't interested, as he never slept with women.

When Nora heard these words, she instinctively hugged her chest and moved backwards.

This slight movement brought the cigarette close to her skirt. In an instant, a burning sensation came. There was a small hole on her skirt.

Just as she thought her legs were inevitable to suffer, Omari threw the cigarette aside. He gazed at her pale face with a deep and chilling look, extending his large hand to grip her chin.

"If you dare to speak of tonight's events, I will really kill you, even though you are Cheyenne's sister. Do you understand?"

Cheyenne! It's that bitch, Cheyenne!

Why couldn't she shake off that woman wherever she went?

Nora's inner hatred reached its peak. If Cheyenne was standing in front of her right now, she would definitely kill her without hesitation, just to vent her anger.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard."

At the words, the girl cried miserably,

nodding vigorously. While crying

she obediently said, "Sir, rest

assured, I will definitely not say anything. This is my student D, I can vouch for it..."

Omari watched as she frantically took out a card from her wallet and handed it to him; with an expression of disdain, he took it.