She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 125: Mr. Foley, Your Hand Is Injured
When the whole world is quiet and he is the only one left, all senses are amplified.
Hearing, smell... touch.
He stared at the figure in the mirror, his gaze falling on the shiny lips that still seemed to carry the scent of that woman.
A scent that resembles orchids with an added sweetness of fruit, it keeps him reminiscing repeatedly.
He was not sure if it was his imagination, but the annoying face of Cheyenne appeared again in the mirror.
In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a cute and obedient appearance, smiling as she linked arms with Omari.
The flames of jealousy wrapped around him like a python, and the man's breathing became rapid and heavy.
Who can tell him how to shake off this giant python? It left his limbs and body in pain
"Cheyenne!"
"Bang!"
Kelvin suddenly raised his hand and punched the mirror fiercely.
"Clang."
After a loud and violent sound, the mirror shattered from its center position, and the cracks spread outwards in all directions.
After a few seconds, the smooth and calm mirror suddenly became fragmented like a spider web. In the mirror, the man's face was fragmented into numerous pieces, and what had once been a remarkably handsome countenance now appeared rather sinister.
Soon, a few strands of red blood dripped down onto the white washbasin, only to be diluted and disappear as they were washed away by clear water.
His hand was blurred by blood, with visible fragments embedded in his finger joints. However, he seemed to have no sense of pain as his indifferent gaze paused briefly before turning and leaving the bathroom.
The next day, the luxury car arrived precisely at 7 o'clock and stopped at the entrance of the villa. Chris honked the horn, the sound vibrating and alerting those upstairs. He then rolled down his car window and leisurely pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his suit jacket pocket.
He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and reached for the lighter with one hand
The dark blue flame flickered in his pupils, reflecting for a moment before disappearing.
Just as he took a puff and was about to savor the taste of nicotine on his lips, he saw a black figure approaching steadily.
The man was wearing a black suit that, with a white shirt underneath. The top button was fastened all the way up; he exuded a cold and noble air from head to toe.
He looked over with a cold gaze.
With just one glance, Chris was startled and choked on his own breath. The bitter and pungent smoke expelled from his nostrils, tears streaming down his face.
"Mr... Mr. Foley," he stammered.
He hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette, tossing the half-smoked one into a nearby flowerbed. Why was Mr. Foley twenty minutes early this morning?
Usually at this time, he would be having breakfast.
Kelvin opened the car door with his left hand and sat in the back seat, his voice sounding icy. "Let's go!"
Yes:
It was quiet in the back, with no sound of rustling newspapers. Curious, Chris turned around to take a look.
Mr. Foley was resting with his eyes closed, a posture that accentuated his perfect jawline. Beneath the thick eyelashes, a faint shade of dark circles was visible, a clear sign of a poor night's sleep. "Mr. Foley, did you not sleep well last night?"
"Mm."
"When we arrive at the office, please let me know."
"Sure."
It was quite unusual to see the workaholic man who was always ready for work have a moment of fatigue
Chris couldn't help but wonder if it was because of last night's banquet.
He had read the morning newspaper today, and Mrs. Foley... she had become even more beautiful and confident after the divorce.
Could it be that Mr. Foley was regretting it?
It was just his guess, though. The thoughts of a superior were not something a small fry like him could fathom
Regardless of whether they were divorced or not, as long as Mr. Foley liked her, he would take her as Mrs. Foley.
Today, leaving for the company twenty minutes early, he had enough time to reach the office. So, Chris drove cautiously, taking his time.
A journey that usually took only half an hour ended up taking fifty minutes today.
Only in the last ten minutes did he wake up Kelvin.
"Mr. Foley, we've arrived. Today's schedule is..."
As Kelvin opened his eyes, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. His sharp gaze
sent shivers down Chris' spine.
He swallowed all the words he had yet to speak.
Only when he saw who was in front of him did the chill in Kelvin's eyes slowly dissipate, returning to a state of calm.
"Talk as we walk," Kelvin said.
Reaching out with his right hand to push open the car door, Chris finally noticed the white bandage wrapped around Kelvin's hand. His pupils constricted
"Mr. Foley, what happened to your hand?"
"Nothing. It's just a small burn. Let's get to the office."
"Maybe we should go to the hospital. The company's matters aren't that
important, actually." "Don't make a big deal out of it!"
With a stiff posture, the man strode several steps ahead.
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Chris saw that Mr. Foley wasn't
listening and sighed in resignation, muttering under his breath, "If only Mrs. Foley were here. She always had
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Early in the morning, Cheyenne heard the noisy sounds from downstairs,
knowing that George was moving out with his wife and children.
She pulled the blanket over her head, turned around, and buried herself in the
soft velvet pillow, trying to go back to sleep.
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Downstairs, the moving company's
workers were carrying boxes of
o'm
clothes outside along with a large
pile of books and picture frames. Apart from that, there were no other belongings. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest
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Nora, dressed in a white sleeveless dress, stood in the morning breeze with a light blue shawl wrapped around her. Her fair little face was filled with disbelief.
"Daddy, did you make a mistake? Is this all our stuff?"
The combined luggage of the three people was only enough to fill one car.
Most of it was just clothes, and there weren't many valuable items.
Malaya also didn't expect that there wouldn't be a single item in this villa they could take with them. She felt extremely embarrassed.
The man couldn't help but cough a few times to conceal his emotions. Yes, when
he married Selah, he didn't contribute anything.
It was only when Ewan checked their belongings with the list that he realized he
had nothing of his own.
"Never mind, we can discuss this later. Let's get going."
They hadn't found a suitable house yet, so they planned to stay temporarily at
Malaya's parents place.
He had discussed it with Zack the night before, and Zack had agreed to let them
move in.
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George also thought about buying a
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Nora was just realizing how lucky they were to have a free place to stay. Offending Cheyenne had brought them nothing but trouble.