Chapter 43: This Drink Is Called Margarita
It was precisely the age of youthful ignorance, during that time, the female classmates in Cheyenne’s class all started reading romance novels.
The male classmates were secretly watching adult movies.
Cheyenne disliked those boring words or vulgar bodies.
She liked the manga style with delicate lines and good drawing.
Kate was truly the person who understood her the most, without a doubt.
I don’t know where she found a vintage-style BL manga.
The art style was beautiful, and the plot was also engaging.
When the comic fell out, it happened to be the part where the two were intimately intertwined.
Two pretty boys were exploring each other’s secrets in a shy posture.
The teachers and students standing on the playground were shocked at first, but then they burst into laughter.
And the cost was that she was punished to do a frogleap an extra lap.
After returning home, her legs were so sore that they didn’t feel like her own.
Cheyenne set a small goal in her mind that day, she must get into the high school department of this school, then find that guy and give him a lesson.
Who knew, just as she entered high school, Omari had received a scholarship to a prestigious foreign university.
The matter of revenge had come to a standstill.
Cheyenne couldn’t help but want to punch him again as he brought up the past.
“What are you thinking about, Cheyenne?” He asked.
She snapped out of her thoughts and looked around. The bar they were in was owned by one of Omari’s friends and wasn’t open during the day, so it was just the two of them there.
“Omari, do you have some free time? I need two people to help me investigate Adrian and Master Iker.” Her voice was soft, but Omari heard her clear.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
“Master Iker of the Todd family?” Omari asked. He didn’t know Iker, but knew of Iker’s ruthlessness.
Suddenly, Omari remembered the old man he and Cheyenne had seen at the auction and their conversation. He had a hunch about what Cheyenne wanted to do.
“You rejected that old man’s request that day. What happened later? Did he come to you again?” Omari asked cautiously.
Cheyenne nodded truthfully. “Well, Adrian went to my grandpa’s place in Shedale after I refused him. Then my grandpa agreed to treat Master Iker’s illness.”
After listening, Omari fell into deep thought and whispered, “Are you worried that there might be fraud involved?”
“It’s possible. After my grandpa announced his retirement as the family head, he stopped seeing patients, but made an exception this time.”
She knew it wasn’t because of the half medical secrets book.
So it must be the Todd family.
Grandfather is interested in the Todd family!
But the Edwards family is in Shedale while the Todd family made their fortune in Metshire before returning home and living in Onistead.
They have no connection with the Edwards family. Grandfather couldn’t possibly know Kai Todd.
“I understand. I’ll investigate thoroughly for you,” Omari said as he walked straight to behind the bar and took two highball glasses from a shelf.
“Would you like some?”
“No thanks, it’s daytime and I have to drive later. Better not drink and drive,” she replied with a smile on her lips.
“Cocktails with low alcohol content. I just learned how to make them. Try it, Cheyenne.”
Then his slender hand with distinct knuckles removed his green gemstone cufflink from his shirt sleeves and casually tossed it onto the table, making a crisp sound.
The faint green light of the emerald shone brightly under the lamp, reflecting on the black marble, low-key yet luxurious.
This exquisite emerald green cufflink was encrusted with a circle of crystals on the outside.
At least it was worth 400 to 500 thousand, and he just casually threw it around like this. He really wasn’t thrifty or good at managing a household.
Cheyenne picked up the cufflink and put it in her pocket.
Behind the bar, Omari started making cocktails.
The stainless steel cup, polished to a shine, was as agile in his fair and broad palm as a small ball.
As it shook, the ice inside made a clattering sound as it collided.
His every move was extremely elegant, highlighting his handsome face that looked like it came straight out of a comic book, with a gentle and warm smile.
Cheyenne couldn’t help but secretly take a photo of this scene.
Under the light, the cup floated in mid-air, with ice cubes and sparkling liquid leaving a trail of water marks.
The moment he raised his head, his long and sexy neck was exposed, and his Adam’s apple was even more sexy.
His jawline was smooth and perfect. Even though his face could not be seen clearly, it was enough to amaze her.
The cup landed steadily in his hand, while the other hand quickly caught the glass and filled it with cocktail.
The blue liquid looked like the color of the deep sea, and the white ice cubes were accompanied by a misty water vapor, decorated with a slice of lemon.
Cool and mysterious.
“Try it,” Omari said.
Impressed that he knew how to make drink, Cheyenne clapped her hands in approval.
“Not bad. If you ever get tired of lawyering, you could be a bartender,” she joked.
Omari chuckled at her joke.
Cheyenne sipped the cocktail and savored it for nearly fifteen seconds before speaking again.
“45 milliliters of tequila, 25 milliliters of Cointreau, 15 milliliters of lemon juice…” she recited the ingredients with precision.
Omari’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration. “Your palate is incredible! You didn’t miss a single ingredient!”
Cheyenne shrugged off the compliment; she enjoyed drinking and experimenting with different cocktails.
“This one’s called Margarita, symbolizing the world’s most tragic love story,” Omari said wistfully.
He had first tried this drink because of its name.
“If you like drinking so much, I’ll give you two bottles from my collection next time we meet.”
“Deal.”
Omari wasn’t after those two bottles of wine, he just wanted to be with Cheyenne.
Now that everything had been discussed, Cheyenne finished her drink and said goodbye before leaving.
As Omari watched her coldly walk away, he picked up the remaining half cup of wine on the table and brought it to his lips.
“Cheyenne, you haven’t told me how this cocktail tastes yet.”
A few days later, Cheyenne received a call from her grandfather.
Granduncle invited them both to attend the Todd family’s banquet and meet Kai Todd, the head of the Todd family. They could also learn more about Iker’s illness.
“I understand, Grandpa. I’ll definitely be there tomorrow night,” she replied before hanging up.
Not long after she ended the call, Omari sent some information to her email.
“Cheyenne, the Todd family is far more complicated than you have imagine. Unless necessary, you should not participate in this matter,” Omari warned with concern.
“What do you mean?”
“Look at this information. Iker’s father has four wives and Davon, Madam Thalia’s son, is a cruel man.”
He ran several KTVs and bars as well as having some shady income sources. He held great power within the Todd family and was one of the strongest competitors for the heir after Iker broke his leg.
He was one of the people who wished Iker dead the most.
If Cheyenne helped Iker, she would inevitably offend Davon and Madam Thalia.
It was a thankless task.
Iker had been sick for three years, during which there had been no good news. Davon and Madam Thalia must be involved in it.
The more he thought about it, the less he wanted Cheyenne to take risks.
“I know, but I still have to go see him. That’s it, Omari. Thank you for your information.”
Cheyenne smiled and hung up the phone.
She got up to prepare her clothes for tomorrow night.