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.

a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and reached for

flame flickered in his pupils,

the taste of nicotine on his lips, he saw a black

underneath. The top button was fastened all the way up; he exuded a cold and noble air from head to

over with a cold

just one glance, Chris was startled and choked on his own breath. The bitter and pungent

Mr. Foley,” he

the cigarette, tossing the half-smoked one into a nearby flowerbed. Why

this time, he would be

hand and sat in

Yes:

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

that accentuated his perfect jawline. Beneath the thick eyelashes, a faint shade of dark circles was visible, a clear sign of

“Mm.”

the office,

“Sure.”

was quite unusual to see the workaholic man who

help but wonder if it was because of

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

Mr. Foley

superior were not something a small fry like

they were divorced or not, as long as

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

half an hour ended up taking fifty minutes

the last ten minutes did he wake up

arrived. Today’s schedule

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

the words he had yet

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

as we

out with his right hand to push open the car door, Chris

Foley, what happened

It’s just a small burn. Let’s get to