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.

out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and reached for the lighter

flickered in his pupils, reflecting for

as he took a puff and was about to savor the taste of nicotine on

wearing a black suit that, with a white shirt underneath. The top button was fastened all the way

over with a cold

own breath. The bitter and pungent smoke expelled from his nostrils,

Mr. Foley,”

tossing the half-smoked one into a nearby

at this time, he would be having

with his left hand and sat in the back seat, his

Yes:

no sound of rustling newspapers. Curious, Chris

eyelashes, a faint shade of dark circles was visible, a clear

“Mm.”

at the office,

“Sure.”

the workaholic man who was always

but wonder if it was because of last

the morning newspaper today, and Mrs. Foley… she had

be that Mr. Foley

thoughts of a superior were not something a small fry

not, as long as Mr. Foley liked her, he would take her

twenty minutes early, he had enough time to reach the office. So,

an hour ended up taking

in the last ten minutes did he wake

arrived. Today’s schedule

of coldness flashed in his eyes. His sharp gaze sent

the words he had yet

in front of him did the chill in Kelvin’s eyes

as we

right hand to push open the car door, Chris finally noticed the white bandage wrapped around Kelvin’s hand.

happened

a small burn. Let’s get to