She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 88: Holding a Cigarette

Erica withdrew her gaze and walked towards her daughter on the grass while shaking her fan.

The little girl was wearing a goose-yellow dress, with small braids tied up, sitting on the grass playing. Her voice was soft and cute, innocent and pure.

Tanner left and went to a spot in the back mountain that looked suitable. He chopped off the snake’s head and buried it.

The Foley Villa, the lamp in the study was as bright as daylight, and the tall figure behind the desk was as straight as a pine tree.

There was white gauze wrapped around his hand, but it didn’t affect his ability to hold a pen.

A beautiful and well-defined hand held a silver Parker pen, writing quickly while looking down. The light illuminated half of his face, his full and broad forehead, thick and curly eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, and he had a high nose bridge.

The other half of his face was in the darkness, and the facial features were unclear. This contrast between light and dark made him look like a character from a comic book, flawless and perfect. When old Mr. Foley came in, he saw the tall figure behind the desk at a glance and coughed softly. The man didn’t even lift his head, and a cold voice echoed in the space, “Grandfather, do you have something to ask?”

“You little brat, can’t I come to see you if I have nothing to ask?”

Saying that, he walked in with a cane.

words written on the white paper on the

over the sea, with a hint of sharpness

and said incredulously, “Why did you suddenly

indeed somewhat strange. Kelvin stopped writing

placed on

was placed. These past few days, he kept recalling the scene where Cheyenne had sucked out the venom from him. Even though they had clearly

taking a bath,

was still deeply rooted in his mind

of mind, Grandpa. It’s getting late,” Kelvin said coldly, picked up the cigarette beside him, and put one

only when he felt upset or stressed from

in his deep eyes, cold enough

and glanced at Kelvin. “You’ve been restless lately, I

“No.”

rush to dismiss it. I’ve watched you grow up. I know you better than anyone. You’re a wonderful kid in every way, but there’s one thing about you

exhausting

Kelvin. He had

way with ease and efficiency – something that made old Mr. Foley very

because of Cheyenne?” he

hard on the pen in his hand when old Mr. Foley mentioned that

into