She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 325: Certain Answer Cheyenne stood still, lowering her gaze, her thick, fan-like eyelashes casting shadows under her fair eyelids, concealing her hesitancy. She had been angry at her grandfather for drugging her last time, but she couldn't ignore the fact that Old Mr. Foley had treated her like a true granddaughter during her three years at the Foley Mansion. Her heart softened a bit.

She looked up again, her gaze cold and piercing as she stared at Kelvin. "Wait for me. I need to go hto get my silver needle." When she said this, it meant that she had agreed.

Kelvin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had expected Cheyenne to give him a hard time, considering his previous actions, which were quite unforgivable.

But she didn't. She calmly followed Kelvin and got into his luxury car. In the past, she had always enjoyed sitting close to him in the car, pretending to lean against his shoulder and refusing to move when the car turned. She would chatter incessantly about which restaurants served delicious food, the latest movies, or new friends she had made.

But now, when he glanced back at the small figure sitting by the car door, she remained far away, never once looking at him.

She kept her bright and clear eyes focused on the scenery outside.

It was early in the morning, and the vibrant sunlight illuminated her fair and beautiful face, giving it a soft radiance.

However, her eyes were exceptionally cold, like the chilly wind in autumn, leaving only desolation behind. There was no light in her eyes.

This realization stung Kelvin for a moment, as if he had been stabbed in the heart by a blunt steel needle, and fresh blood slowly oozed out. The person who had caused her to lose that light was him. The car fell into silence, and the atmosphere bectense. Chris felt the awkwardness keenly and attempted to break the silence.

He coughed and, with a cheerful smile, said, "Miss Lawrence, it's been a long time." "Oh," she responded indifferently, making Chris feel uncomfortable.

With a thick skin, Chris continued, “I've missed you." "Hehe, but I don't really want to see you or your boss." Kelvin glared at Chris with a cold gaze and ordered in a low voice, "Focus on driving your car and stop chatting." Chris, who had been criticized by Kelvin, quickly closed his mouth. He looked pitiful and forlorn.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Lawrence Villa. It was built from white marble, elegant and stylish, with its own courtyard and music fountain. In such a prlocation, it was quite valuable. The car pulled up in the courtyard, and Cheyenne opened the door, got out with one foot, and stepped onto the ground. She turned gracefully and walked away, showing no intention of inviting them inside. Chris sighed softly and muttered, “I feel like Miss Lawrence might not like me." Kelvin's cold voice responded, "The answer is certain."" Chris fell silent.

In no time, Cheyenne emerged from the house. She wore a candy-colored coat, and the vibrant color made her stand out.

She held a small cloth bag and was about to walk towards the two of them when a blue figure suddenly appeared. Omari was dressed in a royal blue designer suit, his chestnut short hair giving him a lively appearance. He didn't know what he had said to Cheyenne, but they smiled at each other, presenting a beautiful scene as if from an idol .

Omari's lips were so close to her ear that he could smell the fragrance on her and hear her heartbeat. It was inexplicably irritating.

"I understand. By the way, I'm going to the Foley Mansion today, so I'll be back later. Please remind Master Iker to remember his herbal bath." As soon as she said this, Omari felt a tinge of bitterness. "Cheyenne, you only remembered Master Iker. What about me?" Cheyenne looked at him and smiled coldly. "Master Iker's legs were injured, but you're so healthy. Or You wantto break your arms or legs?" He suddenly felt dispirited and chuckled as he backed away. "Well, maybe not. If I lose my legs, how will I hold you?" "Ha! You're overthinking it." She was perfectly fine, so why would she need him to hold her? It was just wishful thinking.

Unexpectedly, Omari pulled a lollipop from his pocket and swiftly tore off the wrapper before shoving it into her mouth. His actions weren't rough, but they certainly weren't gentle either. Cheyenne first gave him an annoyed look, then extended her hand to remove the lollipop from her mouth to examine it. It was a mixed-flavor lollipop. Her pink lilac tongue poked out and licked it. Finding it sweet, she narrowed her crescent-like eyes, making her look incredibly cute.

With a smile, she put the lollipop back in her mouth, her cheeks swelling.

She was easily placated. A single piece of candy was enough to make her happy.

The image of the two of them standing together was sweeter than O an idol . The sunlight was just right, Omari was looking down, and the deep affection and smiles reflected in Kelvin's eyes. Kelvin frowned in silence, while Chris, without mincing his words, spoke his thoughts, "Miss Lawrence and Mr. Lara seem pretty well-matched together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the surrounding atmosphere turn osphere tur cold in an instant. He didn't need to look up to know that Mr. Foley's expression right now was probably terrifying. He wished he could give himself a good slap in the face. Why had he said such nonsense? While Mr. Foley may not show it on his face, there was a clear sense of anger emanating from him when Mr. Lara leaned so close to Miss Lawrence just now.

Mr. Foley did care...

But Kelvin couldn't quite grasp why he was so angry. He tried to suppress this emotion and maintain a composed demeanor.

However, that one sentence from Chris kept replaying in his mind.

In reality, he hadn't been wrong. Omari and Cheyenne looked very well-matched standing together. So well-matched that he had to admit it. even if he didn't want to.