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.

he saw the words written

a dragon soaring over the sea, with a hint of

said incredulously, “Why did you suddenly

behavior today was indeed somewhat strange. Kelvin stopped writing after finishing the last word,

pen was placed on the

didn’t answer that question, his gaze fixed on the tabletop where the mimosa was placed. These past few days, he kept recalling the scene where Cheyenne had sucked out the venom from

calm one’s mood, so after taking a bath, Kelvin took out this

sarcastic smile was still deeply rooted in his mind and

peace of mind, Grandpa. It’s getting late,” Kelvin said coldly, picked

only when he felt upset

of the match reflected in his deep eyes,

glanced at Kelvin. “You’ve been

“No.”

You’re a wonderful kid in every way, but there’s one thing about you – you

exhausting

from school or outside boasting about being bullied or praised by their teachers, but not Kelvin. He had always been reserved, keeping all of his emotions

his way with ease and efficiency – something that made old

it because of Cheyenne?” he

pressed down too hard on the pen in his hand when

pointed tip tore through the paper and into the wood surface of the desk