Chapter 62: Swift and Ruthless

His deep blue eyes held a hint of sorrow, the teardrop mole at the corner adding an enchanting allure. Cheyenne squinted at him, then grabbed his sleeve with a delicate hand. "Tell me how you know my name."

Jerome looked at her delicate hands, their pink nails shiny and clean. He felt surprisingly comfortable. Such hands would be perfect for a massage; how could she ever hit him?

"I went to Mr. Foley's office," he said. But he hadn't even gotten in the door! He wouldn't tell Cheyenne that, of course. The famous male star lacked the qualifications to enter Mr. Foley's office—a fact too much for his fragile heart to bear. Mr. Foley's assistant had tactfully informed him, "You shouldn't be hanging out with Mr. Foley's ex-wife."

Ex-wife?

Jerome immediately searched online. The news that appeared on the webpage shocked him. Wasn't this the woman he'd been searching for days? She had been married before—to Kelvin, CEO of the Foley Group!

This revelation plunged Cheyenne into deep thought. What does Kelvin mean by this? We're divorced; why is he still trying to control my life? she thought, displeased.

Jerome, noticing her distress and the anger simmering beneath her fair complexion in the dimly lit elevator, approached her and gently wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders.

"Your ex-husband took away my endorsement deal and kicked you out of his life," he whispered seductively into her ear. "Why don't we team up and get revenge? Be my girlfriend, and we'll show him what he's missing."

Cheyenne laughed bitterly, a pained expression in her eyes. "I don't mean anything to him. If you want revenge, that's your business! Let go!" she exclaimed, pushing him away. She refused to lower herself by getting involved with Jerome for revenge on Kelvin. Even if they ended up in bed, Kelvin probably wouldn't care.

Rejected again, Jerome persisted, his hand sneaking under her thin fabric to touch her smooth shoulder. The elevator echoed with a scream of agony.

People outside jumped, their gazes fixed on the tightly shut doors. Finally, they slowly opened, revealing a dumbfounded crowd. A petite, stunning woman in a white dress held her fist, poised to strike. The man crouched on the ground, clutching his groin, his face bruised and battered, sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Cheyenne, you you're so ruthless. You actually kicked me there."

She smiled lightly, even touching his silver hair before leaving, as carefree as if playing with a cat. "I forgot to tell you I'm a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo. My kicks are fast, accurate, and ruthless!"

Jerome tried to speak, but pain made it difficult. "Just wait until I'm better I'll make sure you pay! You've hurt my heart!"

Cheyenne glanced sympathetically at his crotch, sarcastically asking if she should kick him again. The male bystanders recoiled.

Jerome struggled to his feet, awkwardly exiting the elevator.

"Oh my, my little darling. What are you doing here? Come on, let's go back to the CEO's office and have a good talk with Mr. Foley," his agent said, noticing his artist's panda eyes.

"What what happened?" The agent was shocked.

Jerome covered his eyes, gritting his teeth. "I got beaten up by a woman."

What? Beaten up by a woman? The agent couldn't believe it. Jerome, the prince charming of millions, had been beaten by a woman! He became intensely curious about this ruthless woman.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne received a call from Kate after leaving the elevator.

"Hello, Kate."

"Cheyenne, where are you?" Kate sounded worried, warming Cheyenne's heart.

"I'm outside by the garage door. Hurry over here. See you soon." The concert was canceled; there was no point in staying. Cheyenne got her car keys.

"Beep beep"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

She sat in her passenger seat, buckling up as a black Rolls-Royce with license plate "829" approached. Kelvin.

Through the glass, Kelvin saw Cheyenne's pink luxury car and her face—delicate eyebrows framing cold, serene eyes, devoid of emotion. A starless night sky. He glanced at her passenger seat. Why wasn't she with her "boyfriend"?

In their brief eye contact, Cheyenne felt his disdain. She scoffed, stepping on the gas pedal.

Only when she was gone did Kelvin withdraw his gaze, complex emotions swirling in his ocean-like eyes.

At Kate's, Cheyenne picked her up and drove her home. On the way, Kate whispered, "Do you think Mr. Foley might be jealous?"

"No way."

"Why not? Maybe he realized he likes you after his divorce."

"He wouldn't." Cheyenne was resolute. But Kate thought otherwise. After all, Cheyenne was outstanding.

Exhausted, Cheyenne went straight to her bedroom. Later, she wrote in her journal: "Saw him again today. It hurt less than last time. Keep trying to forget Kelvin."

I've removed the promotional link. I've also made numerous corrections to grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, and word choice for clarity and flow. The story now reads much more smoothly.