She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 377: VIP Treatment

Chapter 377: VIP Treatment

It was hard for Kelvin to contain his slight sense of satisfaction as he heard the subtle jealousy in Cheyenne's voice. Beneath his aloof exterior, he was just an ordinary man after all. Even though Kelvin had long cultivated a demeanor of composure in the face of praise or criticism, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement when the woman he cared about showed signs of admiration for him.

In order to appear less proud, he restrained the urge to smile and answered in a casual tone, "It's alright. I've had contact with many people, and some of them are familiar with TWILIGHT." Listening intently, Cheyenne couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.

Kelvin continued to boast in her ear, "VIP treatment isn't expensive at all. I just spent a little money, nothing worth mentioning, really."

Hah. Now he's showing off how wealthy he is...

In the dim lighting, Kelvin subtly looked up at her, knowing that he shouldn't push it too far. He cleared his throat and regained his seriousness.

"Alright, come and have some tea."

He reached out and handed her a cup of tea. This seemingly casual gesture made Cheyenne stare at him as if he were a strange creature, studying him for several glances. When did the lofty Mr. Foley learn to serve tea to others?

Instead of taking the cup of tea from Kelvin's hand, she grabbed another cup and swiftly poured herself some tea.

"No need, I'll do it myself."

Under her breath, she muttered, "No good deed goes unpunished."

They were the only two in the private room, and the soundproofing was excellent. The deafening music from outside was greatly diminished, becoming a faint background noise.

Just coming out of an extremely noisy environment, her mind was still in a highly concentrated and tense state. At such times, even the slightest sound around her would be magnified infinitely. Moreover, the room was quiet.

Kelvin distinctly heard her words, and an indescribable sense of disappointment washed over him.

The Cheyenne who used to be completely devoted to him had been pushed away by him, and now she treated him with such an attitude.

A faint glimmer of dark sadness flickered in his deep-set eyes, growing deeper...

Kelvin pressed the red button on the table, and the sound of an alarm immediately filled the room, startling Cheyenne. She quickly turned her head and questioned him, "What did you do?" "Don't be afraid, it's just a communication device," he reassured her.

After the alarm sounded for a few seconds, they heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. The closed door was pushed open from the outside, revealing a slender man in a black tailcoat standing at the entrance. He wore a half-moon-shaped mask, with only half of his face visible. From his prominent nose and full lips, it could be seen that he was a handsome young man with delicate features.

Cheyenne's gaze had been fixed on him since he entered, and Kelvin suddenly felt a twinge of displeasure. He furrowed his brow and his voice became noticeably colder.

The masked waiter locked his gaze on the two individuals, sensing that they were not ordinary people based on their attire and demeanor.

Just as confusion began to rise, Kelvin asked, "I'm looking for Mr. King, is he here?"

Upon hearing this name, Cheyenne's mind momentarily couldn't process it. Could it be that when he mentioned "Mr. King," he was referring to that "K" she was looking for? Kelvin, how many more secrets do you have?

The masked waiter dismissed any suspicions about the two individuals because anyone who knew "Mr. King" was either associated with TWILIGHT or a distinguished guest in business with TWILIGHT. Based on their attire, he concluded that they belonged to the latter group.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go to the front desk and inquire for you."

"Thank you," they replied.

Shortly after, the waiter returned to the private room with a bottle of red wine. He walked over, holding a wooden tray with one hand, and poured the red liquid slowly into the glass. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The bluish light shone on the dark red wine, turning it into a purplish hue as it entered their eyes. It was a truly dreamy color.

Cheyenne's gaze remained fixed on the wine, and she caught a glimpse of the man's hand trembling as he held the bottom of the wine bottle.

What's going on?

Normally, for waiters like him who worked in bars, pouring wine should be a skill they were proficient in. But when he poured the wine just now, his hand trembled twice, causing a drop of red wine to accidentally spill on the table.

This shouldn't have happened.

Cheyenne glanced at his hand, and without a word, exchanged a silent look with Kelvin. He seemed to have noticed something off about the waiter as well, his lips pursed as he spoke with a cool and mysterious tone in the private room.

"Where is Mr. King? I had an appointment to meet him here at nine," he inquired.

The waiter seemed momentarily stunned, but quickly responded, "Please wait a few more minutes, Mr. King is temporarily occupied and cannot come at the moment. This bottle of wine is on his tab, please enjoy the wine while you wait."

Cheyenne extended her fair and delicate hand, picked up the stemmed glass, and stared at the dark red liquid within. She lightly swirled the glass a couple of times and took a sip, remarking, "It tastes good." Lastly, she licked her lips, revealing a deeper shade of red than the wine itself.

Kelvin also lifted his own glass and took a sip, tilting his head back. He instructed the waiter, "Alright, you may leave. Tell Mr. King to hurry up, I'm pressed for time."

"Yes," the waiter replied.

The waiter gazed at the two as they drank the wine, a triumphant smile forming beneath his mask. His steps hastened slightly compared to when he entered as he left the room. The door closed once again. Cheyenne's face immediately changed, and she turned her head to spit the wine she had held in her mouth into the nearby trash bin.

"He spiked the wine..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a cool sensation on her lips as Kelvin's long and distinct fingers pressed lightly against them.

She didn't even notice when he had approached her again. His eyes shone like stars as he looked at her intently, and for a moment, she saw her own reflection in his pupils. Her heart trembled at the sight. His lips moved slightly, and she stared fixedly at his lips.

Someone was eavesdropping them

Cheyenne nodded, her gaze shifting downward to his finger resting on her lips. "Your hand..."

Her voice carried a warning tone.

Only then did he regretfully retract his hand.

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