Chapter 91: Cheyenne's Handmade Birthday Gift

At eight o'clock, Chris arrived at the Foley villa in a luxury car. After a brief wait, a tall figure in white emerged. The golden sunlight seemed to create a halo around him. (Remove the search engine advertisement)

To Chris's surprise, Mr. Foley wasn't wearing his usual black suit. Once in the car, Kelvin, coldly focused on his documents, instructed, "Take me to Central Square."

Chris was startled. That route was congested and inefficient. This was unusual for Kelvin. Curious, but hesitant to question him, Chris simply replied, "Yes, Mr. Foley."

The car ride was tense. Finally, Chris asked, "Mr. Foley your hand is alright now?"

"It's okay now."

"That's good."

A heavy silence fell. After over twenty minutes, they reached Central Square. Chris pulled over. "Mr. Foley, do you need something?"

Kelvin slowly folded his newspaper, placed it in his bag, and exited the car. "Wait here for a few minutes."

Kelvin rarely shopped; his butler handled everything. Entering the mall, he went directly to a handmade stationery store. The German owner specialized in leather goods, lighters, and even brand-name watches, but his most renowned creation was a limited-edition fountain pen—one produced annually, engraved with the owner's name.

A tall, attractive female clerk in uniform approached him, captivated by his sophisticated appearance in his expensive white suit. With a sweet smile, she offered assistance.

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

The clerk gasped upon seeing the pen. "I'm sorry, sir," she stammered. "This is a limited-edition pen—one of a kind. The nib is made from a special alloy our boss will never replicate."

Kelvin frowned. "Where's your boss? I'll pay any price."

Embarrassed but awestruck by his wealth, the clerk said, "Please wait. I'll ask him."

A heavyset, gray-haired man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a Garfield apron, emerged. He asked, "Are you looking to replace your nib?"

Kelvin presented the box. "Yes."

The boss's excitement was palpable. "It's…it's this pen! This pen is back!" He examined it intently. Kelvin frowned.

"Can the nib be replaced?" he asked coldly.

"One moment, sir. I need to check the material and craftsmanship," the boss said, retrieving files from a cabinet.

The clerk, fearing Kelvin's impatience, explained, "Sir, please wait. Our boss needs to find the pen's specifications and production details. Each piece is unique, and he maintains an archive for future reference."

The boss struggled to locate the file.

"Sir, when did you acquire this pen?"

Kelvin considered. "A friend gave it to me five years ago, in July."

Five years ago…Abbie had given him this pen for his birthday; it was the most heartfelt gift he'd ever received. And it was July…

The boss found a five-year-old file and, after searching, located a parchment scroll bearing the name "Cheyenne Lawrence."

"Miss Lawrence's file!" he exclaimed.

Kelvin listened intently. The boss presented the file, saying, "This pen wasn't made by me; it's Miss Lawrence's work. I only assisted in the process."

The name "Cheyenne Lawrence" caused Kelvin discomfort. The faded pencil writing on the scroll was still recognizably hers.

"This pen wasn't bought by Miss Abbie Berry?" Kelvin asked hoarsely, clenching his fist.

The boss was startled. He opened the scroll, revealing design sketches and instructions.

"Abbie? I don't recall that name. This pen, 'Secret Fragrance,' was created by Miss Lawrence. Five years ago, she wanted to buy a pen as a gift, but we were sold out. She sat outside all day. Touched by her sincerity, I taught her to design and make one herself. She's clever; her ideas were very innovative. This pen is entirely handmade," the boss stated confidently.

He removed the pen's cap. "It's called 'Secret Fragrance' because aroma-infused material is hidden in the cap. Miss Lawrence said the man she liked was a workaholic, and she hoped the scent would make him happy."

"No, this can't be! How can it be made by Cheyenne?"