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.

it in his mouth, and

in his pupils, reflecting

to savor the taste of nicotine on his lips, he saw a black figure approaching

was fastened all the

with a

The bitter and pungent smoke expelled from his nostrils, tears streaming

Mr. Foley,” he

a nearby

time, he would be

left hand and sat

Yes:

was quiet in the back, with no sound of rustling

that accentuated his perfect jawline. Beneath the thick eyelashes, a faint shade

“Mm.”

at the office,

“Sure.”

unusual to see the workaholic man who was always ready

it was because of last night’s

morning newspaper today, and Mrs. Foley… she had become even more beautiful

Mr.

his guess, though. The thoughts of a superior were not something a small

they were divorced or not, as long as Mr. Foley liked her, he would take her

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

journey that usually took only half an

in the last ten minutes did he wake up

Foley, we’ve arrived.

hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. His sharp gaze sent shivers down

all the words he had yet

saw who was in front of him did the chill in Kelvin’s eyes slowly dissipate, returning to a state of

we walk,”

open the car door, Chris finally

what happened to

just a small burn.