Became A Queen After divorce

The auction had begun.

A woman with a seductive figure, prominent buttocks and breasts, walked up from the side. She was wearing a moon-white dress and stepping on white high heels as she approached gracefully.

Every gesture and movement was full of charm.

Many men below stared straight ahead, their eyes revealing various shades of light.

“Men are naturally lustful!” Cheyenne snorted, raised her head, and met Omari’s clear and gentle gaze, stunned for a second. The latter’s lips curved lightly and he whispered in her ear while looking down, “Cheyenne, I wasn’t looking.”

“Why not take a look? I saw it, and her body shape is really great.”

“I only have my eyes for you. Others are nothing.”

‘He started flirting again! If I were four years younger and had not met Kelvin when I was seventeen, I might really have been moved by him.’ she thought.

Their intimate whispers and ear-biting actions drew quite a few glances. Kelvin stared at the fair and tender thigh of the woman in red, feeling an inexplicable heat rising within him.

Their intimate whispers drew quite a few glances. Kelvin stared at the fair and tender thigh of the woman in red, feeling an inexplicable heat rising within him.

The next moment, his face turned extremely gloomy and dark.

This feeling was like when facing Cheyenne.

Kelvin suddenly remembered his intimacy with Cheyenne and the next moment, his face grew darker.

‘How could I still be thinking about that greedy, selfish woman? I must be crazy.’

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s Hatchdew Auction. On behalf of Hatchdew, I thank you for coming.”

“Tonight, we will definitely not disappoint you. Next up, let us present the first treasure, an ancient pink porcelain vase with battle scenes…”

As the beautiful hostess finished speaking, music filled the room.

Another leggy beauty walked up holding a glass cover with red cloth on top.

Slowly uncovering it revealed an antique vase full of classical charm.

Cheyenne took just one glance and wasn’t very interested in it.

She didn’t come here tonight for this item.

“Now onto the fifth treasure. Let me introduce a silver-plated gold wire rectangular basin with plum blossom bonsai.”

The bonsai was not very tall at around thirty centimeters high. The basin was decorated with coral and gemstone plum blossoms while large pearls and rubies adorned it as well. It was magnificent in craftsmanship and exquisite in design.

Omari noticed Cheyenne’s gaze had changed so he thought she liked it. “If you like it, I’ll bid on it for you?”

“This is actually mine,” Cheyenne replied coldly.

“What?” Omari was confused now. If it belonged to Cheyenne, then how did it end up at an auction?

“My stepmother stole it from me while I wasn’t home and sold it here.”

“Damn it, leave it to me. Let her rot in jail!”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“But if she’s in jail, won’t the country just be wasting money on her? It’d be better if we make her pay for it,” Cheyenne said.

Omari chuckled at her words. ‘She truly lives up to being the woman I’ve taken a liking to, so smart and domineering.”

“The starting bid is 1. 5 million,” the auctioneer announced, and someone immediately raised their paddle. “1. 51 million.”

Cheyenne followed the source of the voice to two women sitting in a corner wearing masks – Malaya and Nora? How did they get in here? She tugged on Omari’s sleeve, motioning for him to lower his head. Then they whispered something to each other.

From Kelvin’s perspective, all he could see was Cheyenne’s red lips hovering less than three centimeters away from Omari’s earlobe with a look that suggested she might kiss him at any moment.

He forced himself to look away; those two were just strangers after all.

“1. 6 million!” Omari called out with his charming voice filling up the venue while Nora could only see his tall blue silhouette from afar.

Malaya gritted her teeth; this man had just added another ten thousand dollars! How was she supposed to negotiate now?

However, if she didn’t get this thing, she was afraid Cheyenne would come after her with a list from the Edwards family and report it to the police. That would be embarrassing.

“1. 65 million.”

“1. 8 million!” Omari chuckled softly.

Nora’s only thought now was to see what the young man looked like, completely ignoring her mother’s extremely unpleasant expression.

“That bonsai, my companion likes it very much, please don’t compete with me.” Omari deliberately said, looking at Cheyenne affectionately.

He was actually buying it for the woman next to him!

Nora couldn’t help but feel jealous. Without waiting for Malaya to answer, she raised the paddle in her hand.

“Sir, I’m sorry. This bonsai is also very important to me. 2 million dollars.”

She happily believed that her bold move could attract the man’s attention. But he didn’t even turn his head or say anything.

He just gave up on bidding.

Malaya spent five hundred thousand more than expected and felt a little heartbroken.

What made her even more frustrated was that the gentleman in the first row seemed to be against them in every way possible – whenever they bade on something, he followed suit and raised the price before giving up later on anyway.

Malaya was dumbfounded by his behavior…

Cheyenne quietly turned around and saw Nora sitting there gasping for breath. She couldn’t help but laugh like a naughty girl.

“You’re so mischievous! You’ve made me do all the bad things, and you’re just enjoying the show,” Omari didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

But then again, what did it matter if he could help Cheyenne?

Cheyenne picked up an orange and peeled it before handing it to him. “Thanks, Omari. Here, have some orange.”

“Since you’ve peeled it, wouldn’t it be more sincere if you fed me yourself?” He pointed to his lips with his bony fingers.

“If you don’t want to eat it yourself, forget about it. Wants me to feed you? You think too highly of yourself.” Cheyenne put the orange in his hand and turned away in anger.

“Fine then. Since you don’t want to feed me, I’ll feed you instead. Come on now… open your mouth.” Omari watched her closely, and wondered when he could win over Cheyenne’s heart.

Cheyenne smiled and whispered softly, “Remove the veins on top.”

“You’re so picky. They are nutritious, you know?” complained Omari but he still removed all of the veins from the orange before handing it back to Cheyenne.

She ate happily while swinging her feet back and forth on her chair like a child.

At this moment she was as naive as a child.