She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 160 Perfect Assist

Monkey hesitated for a while, but in the end, he reached out and took the bag.

His three buddies surrounded Cheyenne in a tight circle behind him, clearly indicating a robbery, which attracted the attention of many passersby.

“That girl is really brave; she dares to drive a luxury car in such a place without bodyguards.”

“That’s right. However, from her relaxed expression, she seems to be as carefree as a tourist. I guess it’s because her family is really wealthy and doesn’t care about that little expense.”

“If it were me, why would I rob for money? I’d woo her first. Once a woman’s heart is occupied by me, she will give me money willingly.” “You’ve got a point there. That’s probably why I don’t have money. Turns out, my wife hasn’t fallen for me yet! Damn, I need to go back and give her a good spanking. Who knows, I might even get a BMW out of her.”

The whispers of passersby were not missed by the man’s ears.

Less than twenty meters away from this alley, a black luxurious Lamborghini was parked under the streetlight.

The car window was open.

The dim street lamp cast a yellowish glow on the man’s face, illuminating half of it while the other half remained hidden in darkness. With his nose as a dividing point, the contrasting textures of cold hardness and softness accentuated his handsome and stern face, drawing people deeply into it.

In the driver’s seat, Chris had his hands clasped on the steering wheel, leaning forward slightly with narrowed eyes fixed ahead.

“Mr. Foley, isn’t that… Mrs… Miss Lawrence?”

He originally wanted to say “Mrs. Foley”, but felt the oppressive cold air in the car, so he changed it to “Miss Lawrence” at the last minute. “Um.”

such a close distance, how could Kelvin

in his deep-set eyes, and the long hands folded

was his habitual action when he was

seems like Mrs.

delinquent thugs, Mrs. Foley, such a delicate and petite woman

such a thing, she would probably have cried already. But Mrs. Foley didn’t. She

her almond eyes on that small and delicate face

like she was forcing

a dull pain in his heart. “Mrs.

should we go and

good place, so what was she doing here? And why was she intentionally dressed like that, with a short skirt revealing long, fair legs and red open-toed high-heeled sandals, looking as alluring as a rose in the dark night? If it weren’t

“Hmm.”

didn’t want

Foley is truly one of those who says one thing but means another. Clearly,

response, they would give their love to another man. Chris was afraid that Mr. Foley would not realize his own

of an ex-wife could start

car door and suddenly clutched his stomach, howling in

I need to use the restroom. For the

“performance” with cold eyes, his tightly pursed lips twitching slightly. How did he manage to get this far with such acting skills? Fortunately, he hadn’t joined the entertainment industry; otherwise, he would probably have starved on the

suspect anything, right?* Chris muttered anxiously, stealing a cautious glance

forehead, he immediately got out of the car. Despite

luxury car, stepping carefully towards the dimly lit area under the yellow

Monkey had just taken Cheyenne’s bag and hadn’t had a chance to feel happy when he was suddenly kicked in the knee by the woman. She was

blonde teenagers were

laughing, her fair hand stroking her chin as she looked at the other