Became A Queen After divorce

At exactly eight o’clock in the morning, Chris arrived at the Foley Villa by a luxury car.

After a few moments of waiting outside the villa gates, a tall figure dressed in white emerged from within. The golden sunlight shone upon him and seemed to create an aura of holiness around him that no one dared profane.

To Chris’ surprise, Mr. Foley had even changed out of his usual black suit!

Once inside the car, Kelvin remained coldly focused on reading through documents without once looking up as he instructed Chris in an icy tone, “Take me through Central Square.”

Huh?

That route would be congested with traffic and take much longer than necessary. This was not typical behavior for Kelvin. Could there be something else going on?

Chris couldn’t help but feel curious but didn’t dare ask any questions. Instead, he simply nodded and replied obediently, “Yes, Mr. Foley.”

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely tense on the way. Chris finally couldn’t resist asking, “Mr. Foley… your hand is alright now?”

“It’s okay now.”

“That’s good.”

Then the car fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

After more than twenty minutes, they arrived at Central Square.

Chris pulled over to the side of the road. “Mr. Foley, do you have something to take care of?”

The man slowly folded up his newspaper and put it in his bag behind him before getting out of the car.

“Wait for me here for a few minutes.”

With that said, Chris watched as his boss walked towards the mall.

Kelvin never needed to buy anything himself; everything from clothing to food and shelter was arranged by his butler according to his preferences.

As he stepped into the mall, he headed straight for a store specializing in handmade stationery.

The owner of this store was German and was particularly skilled at making handmade items such as leather wallets and phone cases, lighters and brand-name watches. One of his specialties was fountain pens which had gained international recognition with only one produced per year. The pen would be engraved with the customer’s name making it unique.

As soon as he entered the shop, a tall and sexy female clerk wearing a uniform approached him.

When she first laid eyes on Kelvin, a look of admiration lit up her face. He exuded an air of sophistication, with his tall and elegant frame and expensive white suit. She approached him with a sweet smile, asking if there was anything she could help him with.

Kelvin placed the box on the glass counter and opened it. “I need a new nib,” he said.

The female employee carefully took out the red cloth from the box and gasped in surprise when she saw what was inside. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said nervously. “This pen is limited edition – there’s only one in the world. The nib is made from a special alloy material that our boss has declared he will never make again after this last pen.”

Kelvin frowned deeply. “Where’s your boss? Tell him I’ll pay any price for it.”

The female employee felt both embarrassed and amazed by his wealth. “Please wait here for a moment while I go ask our boss,” she said.

Soon enough, someone lifted up the curtain at the entranceway to reveal an overweight foreign man in his fifties or sixties with gray hair and sideburns wearing an apron featuring Garfield cartoon characters – not exactly fitting attire for someone who looked like he owned such an exclusive store!

He turned to Kelvin and asked, “May I ask if you’re looking to replace your nib?”

Kelvin pushed forward his box towards him without hesitation. “Yes.”

The boss became extremely excited when he saw the pen and exclaimed, “It’s… it’s this pen, OMG! This pen has appeared in front of me again!” He looked at the pen with a fascinated gaze for a long time. Kelvin furrowed his brow at the man.

“Can the nib be replaced?” he asked coldly.

“Just wait a moment, sir. I need to check the material and craftsmanship of this pen,” said the man as he turned around and went behind the counter to stand in front of a cabinet full of files.

The female employee was afraid that her customer would become impatient, so she explained, “Sir, please wait for a moment. Our boss needs to find detailed information about this pen’s materials and production process.”

“Hmm.”

“Every piece that comes out of our studio is unique. The boss also creates an archive folder for each piece to facilitate future improvements or maintenance issues.”

However, the boss was having trouble finding this particular pen’s archive folder.

“Sir, when did you buy this pen?”

Kelvin thought for a moment. “It was given to me by a friend about five years ago in July.”

Five years ago, Abbie gave him this pen as a birthday gift, and it was the most heartfelt gift he’d ever received.

And it was July…

The boss found the file from five years ago and searched for the June file in advance. Finally, he saw a parchment scroll with the name “Cheyenne Lawrence” on it and took it out excitedly.

“I found it, Miss Lawrence’s file,” he said happily.

Kelvin listened to his rambling words with deep eyes. The boss brought the file bag to him and said like a child, “This pen wasn’t made by me, it’s Miss Lawrence’s work. I only participated in the production process back then.”

The words “Cheyenne Lawrence” came into Kelvin’s eyes, causing some discomfort.

The writing on top was done in pencil and had become somewhat blurry over time but her unique handwriting could still be seen.

“This pen isn’t bought by Miss Abbie Berry?” Kelvin clenched his fist under his suit sleeve and asked hoarsely.

The boss was taken aback. He slowly opened up the parchment scroll which contained initial design sketches of this pen along with some design instructions.

“Abbie? I don’t remember that name at all. This pen is called ‘secret fragrance’ which is indeed created by Miss Lawrence.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“About five years ago, Miss Lawrence came to my store wanting to buy a pen as a gift for someone she liked. Unfortunately, I had sold out of a particular one, so I couldn’t break my rules.”

“She sat outside my shop all day long. I felt her sincerity and taught her how to design and make one herself. Miss Lawrence is clever. Despite being new to designing at that time, her ideas were very novel. This pen is entirely made by her own hands,” said the boss confidently.

He took out the fountain pen from its case and removed its cap.

“This pen is called ‘secret fragrance’ because there’s an aroma-infused material hidden in the pen cap. Miss Lawrence said the man she likes was a workaholic, and she hoped that when he was working, he could smell the fragrance of flowers and feel happy.”

‘No, this can’t be! How can it be made by Cheyenne?’