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

soaring over the sea, with a hint of sharpness

Foley glanced at his handwriting and said incredulously,

today was indeed somewhat strange. Kelvin stopped writing after finishing the last word, listening to the skepticism in his grandfather’s

pen was placed on the

had sucked out the venom from him. Even though they had clearly agreed to settle the matter and move on, he still felt a sense of

after taking a bath,

smile was still deeply rooted in

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

he felt upset or stressed

in his deep eyes,

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

“No.”

better than anyone. You’re a wonderful kid in every way,

exhausting

or praised by their teachers, but not Kelvin. He had always been reserved, keeping all of his emotions bottled up inside

mature; he could handle anything that came his way with ease and efficiency – something that made old Mr.

it because of

sharp snap as Kelvin pressed down too hard on the pen

and into the wood surface of the desk before