Chapter 669: Don't Forget Me, Cheyenne

The man held the rectangular certificate with his fingers, then with a swift turn, he tossed it over his shoulder, and a spark landed at the corner of the nearby curtain. In an instant, the flames shot up. The high-quality blackout curtains climbed up like a red fire snake, igniting along the wooden walls of the room. The door was locked from the outside, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were made of sturdy bulletproof glass, trapping him inside, unable to escape. When Omari decided to burn the marriage certificate, he had no intention of leaving. He burst into hearty laughter, sounding as bright and carefree as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lad, recalling the first time he met Cheyenne. At thirteen, she appeared as fragile as an eight or nine-year-old girl, huddled under a cold bridge like an abandoned kitten. He gave her a piece of clothing, not because he sympathized with her at such a young age, but because he felt that she, like himself, was homeless, so he found a trace