She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 669: Don't Forget Me, Cheyenne

The man held the rectangular certificate with his fingers, then with a swift turn, he tossed it over his shoulder, and a spark landed at the corner of the nearby curtain. In an instant, the flames shot up.

The high-quality blackout curtains climbed up like a red fire snake, igniting along the wooden walls of the room.

The door was locked from the outside, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were made of sturdy bulletproof glass, trapping him inside, unable to escape.

When Omari decided to burn the marriage certificate, he had no intention of leaving.

He burst into hearty laughter, sounding as bright and carefree as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lad, recalling the first time he met Cheyenne.

At thirteen, she appeared as fragile as an eight or nine-year-old girl, huddled under a cold bridge like an abandoned kitten.

He gave her a piece of clothing, not because he sympathized with her at such a young age, but because he felt that she, like himself, was homeless, so he found a trace of empathy in her. Their paths crossed again, unexpectedly on the school campus.

She was much more beautiful than before, transforming into a completely different person. With just a little inquiry, it was known that she was a notorious gang leader in the vicinity.

Yet, it was that gang leader who hopped along the playground, clutching the back of her head with her hands, a dropped porny book from her uniform, symbolizing a young girl's initial fantasies about love. At sixteen, on the streets of Metshire, she became stunning and confident.

She saved him, but didn't recognize him; yet Omari immediately recognized her as the girl he had been searching for.

Their meetings were brief, only two or three times, but she left a profound impression on him, one that he couldn't forget.

After returning to his home country, Omari began to nurture a bold and unwavering idea; he wanted her to become his lawful wife.

Yet, he never imagined he was too late and had missed out on her entire life.

He desperately wanted to ask Cheyenne, if time could be rewound, would she still choose Kelvin?

He longed to ask Cheyenne, if there was an afterlife, would the next version of her fall in love with him?

He wanted to tell Cheyenne, if he were to leave, she must never forget him!

Omari selfishly wished for Cheyenne to remember him for a lifetime, even if as friends...

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I'm breaking my promise."

"I had promised to take care of you for a lifetime..."

"But now, it's impossible."

"Cheyenne..."

"I love you!"

Seated gracefully amid the raging inferno, he closed his eyes with pride and elegance. The heat of the room engulfed him, akin to the purifying flames of hell, capable of consuming all the world's love, hate, passion, and grudges.

Meanwhile, due to Master Omari's wedding today, most of the servants in the mansion had been reassigned to the forest on the other side.

The ones left in the mansion were either the maids preparing meals in the kitchen or those who had returned suddenly to fetch something.

Coincidentally, the butler had instructed her to return for the dinnerware.

The maid hurried out of the kitchen and, as she passed through the hallway, felt something amiss. Why was there a significant amount of thick smoke coming from upstairs?

She couldn't help but cough a few times, covering her nose and mouth as she made her way upstairs, feeling unwell.

The thick white smoke in the hallway had intensified, obscuring everything, including the lights. Despite this, she pressed on, only to discover that the smoke was emanating from Master Omari's room. Oh no, there's a fire inside!

"Master Omari!"

"Master Omari, are you inside?"

"Master Omari, answer me!"

She called out several times from outside the door, but there was no response. The maid, feeling anxious, reached out and patted the door.

As soon as her hand touched the door, she felt the scorching heat. She attempted to push the door, but it remained immobile... She didn't have a key.

Since Master Leon was afraid that Master Omari would escape. Master Leon had locked him in, and only Master Leon and the butler had the key.

It would take more than twenty

minutes to drive from here to the forest. Allowing the fire to burn for over twenty minutes could destroy the entire villa.

Quick-thinking, she dialed 911 on her phone. After the call, she ran and shouted for help outside the door.

"Help! There's a fire here! Help..."

"Save us! Master Omari is still upstairs!"

Omari had heard the pleas for help

but he had inhaled a

large amount of toxic fumes, leaving

lar 3rd the pleas for help

him dazed, with only a vague

redness before him.

Amidst that redness, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a clean and white figure.

A beautiful smile appeared before

him, a girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, wearing a neat black do-like dress, with a black

in

baseball cap, holding two books!!!

her arms, standing on the streets of Metshire.

It was autumn, and golden leaves fell from her shoulders.

Her clear eyes met his, and she gave him a sweet smile. The girl's red lips parted as she gently called his name.

Her voice was sweet, "Omari, come and look, the gingko leaves here are so beautiful."

Yes, beautiful.

The gingko leaves in Metshire in the autumn were beautiful, and Cheyenne standing under the tree was equally beautiful.

She probably didn't know that it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen in this world.

Everything went black, and he gradually fell backward, with a crystal chandelier above him swaying dangerously, on the verge of collapsing.

One couldn't dare to imagine the consequences if the chandelier fell on him.

The fire brigade arrived much faster than the maid had anticipated. She ran up sobbing, and along with the firefighters, made her way to the second floor. "Please, find a way quickly. Master Omari is still inside."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Okay, don't worry. For now, we'll have to force the door open."

With that, two sturdy firefighters forcefully pushed the luxurious metal door open.

Inside, a fiery inferno engulfed the space, making it impossible to see anyone.

They had to go in and search.

Three firefighters bravely ventured in. The room was already charred, but they scoured every corner and found no trace of Omari.

"I didn't find anything here."

"Me neither."

"Captain, the glass is broken."

Omari was nowhere to be found. Did he escape through the window?