Chapter 67: Night Breeze

Omari left with Cheyenne in his arms; she didn't even glance back at Kelvin. Only after they were gone did Abbie look down at the business card in her hand. A single glance stunned her. Softly, she uttered words of disbelief: "NIGHTBREEZE's CEO?"

This was impossible! How could Cheyenne be connected to NIGHTBREEZE's CEO? Was the CEO blind?

Kelvin had investigated Omari's identity during the auction. He was, indeed, NIGHTBREEZE's CEO, an internationally renowned lawyer who had represented Chulae at legal seminars across Europe, recognized as an outstanding young talent. He earned as much as $10 million per appearance.

Omari's personal profile contained a sentence Kelvin vividly remembered: "Her smile was sweet, like the evening breeze in spring." This "she," of course, referred to Cheyenne. His company's name, "NIGHTBREEZE," was inspired by her.

How could Kelvin be happy knowing his ex-wife had found such a good partner? When Abbie looked up, she saw a hint of gloom in his eyes, and her heart tightened. Holding the business card felt like holding a hot potato; she didn't know whether to keep it or throw it away.

After a moment of silence, Abbie spoke softly, a touch of envy in her tone: "Mr. Lara is quite impressive, and Miss Lawrence has found a wonderful companion."

Kelvin didn't answer. He strode from the coffee shop, his tall figure projecting loneliness.

As they left, Cheyenne reflected on her behavior, feeling cowardly and silently scolding herself. Omari's hand remained on her waist; he tightened his grip slightly and asked warmly, "Do you want to go to my house or my office?"

"Let's go to your office," Cheyenne replied.

Her answer brought a tinge of regret to Omari's warm smile. He sighed. "I wasn't lying when I said I bought that wine. Aren't you going to drink any?"

Cheyenne bit her lip and glared at him. "You can bring it next time."

This angered him. He curled a finger and lightly tapped her forehead, grumbling, "You're such an ungrateful little glutton!"

"You hit me, even though I'm so cute," she pouted.

"Did it really hurt?" He'd used minimal force.

She nodded, a face full of mock injustice. "It hurts. It'll take two or three bottles of good wine to make it better." She even showed him her delicate white hand—it was laughable.

"Okay." He had a wine cabinet at home, often emptied by Cheyenne and Reece, two big drinkers.

"Now let's find somewhere to talk."

"Mmm."

Moments later, Cheyenne arrived at NIGHTBREEZE Firm. Despite knowing Omari for years, this was her first visit. It was worthy of its reputation; in this expensive city, the firm occupied a vast office space. Their signage was unique: a huge, red-lacquered stone carving of "NIGHTBREEZE."

"Not bad, Omari. I thought your firm would be a small studio. I was wrong."

The entire building belonged to NIGHTBREEZE. The annual rent alone must be millions.

Omari shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smile on his face. "Back in college, some friends and I casually started a small company. You could call it a studio." The core shareholders were three people, with Omari holding the majority and reluctantly becoming CEO. Cheyenne knew the deputy CEO, Omari's college roommate.

"Hello, Mr. Lara." "Hello, Mr. Lara."

As they walked into the lobby, all eyes turned to them. While known for his gentle demeanor, no one had ever seen him so attentive to a woman. He held the glass door open, waiting until she was inside before letting go.

Who was this woman? Mr. Lara opened the door for her?

Female employees who secretly admired Omari felt envious. Their gazes turned to Cheyenne, who was stunningly radiant in her youthful attire, a stark contrast to them. So, Mr. Lara preferred this type of woman?

"Cheyenne, let's go." "Okay."

Omari led her into the CEO's private elevator. His office was on the 27th floor; few people, besides assistants and those he summoned, were allowed access. Seeing him take a woman into the elevator, everyone looked alarmed. Was the CEO about to marry this woman?

The office was artistically decorated, with white carpets, European-style sofas, and gorgeous crystal chandeliers. It looked more like a home than an office.

"I might not go home for days when I'm busy, so there's a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom in my office…" It's basically a bachelor pad!

He unbuttoned his suit jacket, tossing it onto the chair with practiced ease, revealing strong, bronze-toned arms. "Do you want something to drink? Coffee or water?"

"Just water."

"By the way, Cheyenne, what did you want to talk about?" Omari returned with a cup of warm water, carefully warning her, "Be careful not to burn yourself."

Watching her obediently drink, he felt a sense of satisfaction, as if watching his child drink milk. Ugh, why was he treating Cheyenne like a mischievous child? She was his love interest! Her wet lips looked even more alluring. He wanted to taste them.

Cheyenne, oblivious to his gaze, took a small tube of red liquid from her purse. "You work in law, you must know someone who can do medical testing. Can you recommend someone? I need to check if this blood is okay."

So that's what it was about.

Omari thought for a moment, then remembered someone. "Eddie! He's a famous medical expert. If he can't solve your problem, no one can."

Cheyenne's face showed surprise at the mention of Eddie. Of course, how could she forget? Kate's brother was an exceptional doctor.

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