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.

his

flickered in his pupils,

he took a puff and was about to savor the taste of nicotine on his lips,

underneath. The top button was fastened all the way up; he exuded a cold

over with a

his own breath. The

Foley,”

into a nearby flowerbed.

time, he

car door with his left hand and sat in

Yes:

in the back, with no sound of rustling newspapers. Curious,

resting with his eyes closed, a posture that accentuated his perfect jawline. Beneath the thick eyelashes, a faint shade of dark circles was visible, a clear sign of a poor night’s sleep. “Mr. Foley, did you not sleep well

“Mm.”

arrive at the office, please let

“Sure.”

the workaholic man who was

help but wonder if it was because of last night’s

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

Mr. Foley

was just his guess, though. The thoughts of a superior were not something a small fry like him

as long as Mr.

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

journey that usually took only half an

minutes did he

Foley, we’ve arrived. Today’s

his eyes, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. His sharp gaze sent

words he

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

as we walk,”

car door, Chris finally noticed the

happened

burn. Let’s get to