Became A Queen After divorce

Chapter 1228: Admire Herself



Petals floated in the air as fireworks erupted. Amidst the crowd’s anticipation, the bride finally made her appearance. Cheyenne, dressed in a white trailing wedding gown, walked slowly, stunning everyone with her beauty.

Wherever there is a crowd, gossiping women are never far behind. These women, relying on their seniority, loved to judge others by their own standards.

“The bride is so beautiful, but she’s a bit short. My daughter-in-law is 1. 7 meters tall, and I still think she’s too short. I’m worried that if she has children, they’ll all be short.”

“She is a bit short, but she’s quite good-looking. Mr. Foley is really lucky to marry someone as beautiful and talented as Miss Lawrence.”

“Hey, I heard they’re getting remarried?”

A “beauty” standing behind them overheard this and was furious. “So what if they are? How many women in this world are as outstanding as her? Can your daughter-in-law receive a personal award from the President? Can she invent vaccines to save countless patients? Can she single-handedly run a company while also serving as a hospital director?”

The middle-aged woman who had commented on Cheyenne’s height turned pale. Her daughter-in-law was just an obscure model who had used some tricks to marry her son. If it weren’t for her grandson, she would never have agreed to the marriage. After the wedding, the woman did nothing but stay at home, living off her son.

Her daughter-in-law couldn’t compare to Miss Lawrence at all.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The “beauty” continued muttering, “Although people say a good horse doesn’t turn back to graze, if I were Cheyenne and had such a good ex-wife, I’d crawl back even if my legs were broken to beg for forgiveness.”

Of course, he wasn’t Kelvin and didn’t have that fortune.

The “woman” wore a mysterious sadness on her stunning face, attracting the attention of many men who planned to ask for her Line after the banquet.

The middle-aged woman shifted her gaze to the “beauty,” looking satisfied as she patted her on the butt.

“What are you doing?” Omari was confused about why he was being taken advantage of while daydreaming. He hugged his chest tightly and glared at the woman.

She continued examining him, praising him, “Not bad, solid hips, good for bearing sons. The height is also… wait, it’s a bit too tall. 1. 9 meters? But my son is only 1. 63 meters…”

Omari almost burst out laughing. Her son was only 1. 63 meters tall but complained that his 1. 7-meter-tall wife was too short? Little did she know that her son had to bend down to kiss his wife.

“Wait, I should be shouting ‘pervert’ right now instead of thinking about this nonsense.”

The next moment, the woman pulled out a check from her LV handbag and generously wrote “10000” on it before handing it to Omari. “This is the bride price. Where do you live? I’ll come tomorrow to propose on behalf of my son.”

Seeing that he was only worth ten thousand dollars, Omari angrily crumpled the check and threw it at her face. “Are you crazy? Let your son eat shit!”

After venting his frustration, he felt much better and limped away in high heels, holding his chest with one hand and adjusting his wig with the other. “A beauty like me should admire herself,” he said confidently.

The auspicious hour arrived, and the elegant wedding host, dressed in black, took the stage first. His appearance made the audience widen their eyes and cheer loudly.

“Oh my God, it’s the President!”

“It’s Mr. Harrison! I can’t believe this is real; pinch me!”

Hearing her friend’s request, the companion obliged without hesitation, pinching her thigh hard.

“Ah! It’s real! I’m so happy… I actually saw the President in person.”

If not alive, what else would the President be? This girl was overjoyed to the point of foolishness.

Abel was also infected by the joyful atmosphere and smiled kindly. The audience usually saw him as shrewd, capable, and serious on screen… but this smile was like a breath of fresh air, instantly bringing him closer to everyone.

It turned out that the President was also an ordinary person who attended banquets and smiled.

A waiter handed him a microphone. Abel took it and started with some humorous interaction with everyone.

“First of all, I want to thank everyone for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this wedding.”

Before he finished speaking, applause erupted from below.

“Thank you all. Besides being your familiar Abel, before today, I was also the bride’s godfather.”

“When I was young, I always wanted a daughter, but for various reasons, that wish never came true.”

“Cheyenne’s appearance fulfilled my dream of being a father. Today, I wanted to personally walk her down the aisle and hand her over to the groom.”

“Unfortunately, my old friend got jealous. He said he only had one daughter, Cheyenne.”

“I suggested we settle it fairly with rock-paper-scissors. The rule was that I’d play paper and he’d play rock. But when it came time to play, I chose scissors and he chose rock…”

“As you can guess, I lost! So I had to obediently be the host instead.”

Abel’s exaggerated sighs made everyone feel both sympathetic and amused. They hadn’t expected such high-profile figures-a President and a billionaire-to settle matters like children with rock-paper-scissors. It was both hasty and clever.

Channing, waiting to enter, proudly lifted his chin after hearing Abel’s words.

“Hmph, after knowing you for so many years, do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?”

“You said you’d play paper and wanted me to play rock. In reality, you thought I’d play paper too so you could win with scissors. Smart as I am, how could I fall for that?”

Cheyenne couldn’t help but laugh and cry at this.

“If it really doesn’t work out, why don’t you both walk me down the aisle?”

“No way!” Channing objected firmly.

“I’m her biological father; he’s just her godfather. This moment should be mine alone.”

Channing had missed walking Cheyenne down the aisle at her previous wedding and didn’t want to miss it this time or share it with anyone else.

Afraid of upsetting her father, Cheyenne quickly agreed. “Yes, that’s right.”

She turned away and sighed softly.

“Sigh, old people really are like children; they need coaxing.”


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