She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 166: Mr. King

The luxurious room was adorned with red carpets, golden walls, and stone blue furniture, creating a stunning contrast of styles. In the center stood a small coffee table where two people sat cross-legged savoring their tea. On either side of them were tall men in black suits and sunglasses exuding an air of authority and seriousness.

Kelvin fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man sitting across from him who appeared to be around thirty-five or six years old. He wore a large red floral shirt with shoulder-length golden hair that accentuated his sharp features and exotic blue eyes. Having lived in Chulae for fifteen years, Kelvin had learned to speak fluent local language effortlessly.

A classical stove burned charcoal while a purple clay teapot rested on top emitting white steam slowly rising from its spout. “The water is boiling,” Kelvin said as he sat cross-legged with his back straight staring intently at the teapot in his hands.

The man lifted the teapot with one hand, while his other hand retrieved two tea cups. He poured a bit of hot water into each cup to wash them. Then, he took the tea leaves and added them to the cups before carefully pouring in the boiling water. His movements were expert, and the sound of clear water continuously filled the air.

As they waited for their tea to steep, its fragrance gradually filled their noses, making them feel relaxed and contented.

“Mr. Foley, please try this exquisite tea,” as he spoke, the man set down the teapot and pushed the cup forward, seemingly with great force. However, not a single drop of the scalding hot tea spilled from it. “Thank you for your warm hospitality, Mr. King; you haven’t changed at all.” Foley replied.

Dressed in crimson shirts and sporting golden curls, loving the taste of tea, and taking pleasure in the sight of blood slowly flowing.

Kelvin had known Mr. King for ten years now, and it seemed like he had retained the same appearance all these years. A decade had transformed Kelvin from a young boy into the man he was today, yet Mr. King seemed unchanged.

Mr. King casually sipped his tea, pausing as it touched his lips. He blew on it with an elegance.

“Mr. Foley, your visit today has taken me by surprise,” he said. After all, this was a notorious place.

him expressionlessly, then lowered his head to drink the tea in his hand. He felt the warmth between his lips and

about it. I came here today to ask Mr.

as to come see me?”

out a check from his pocket and quickly wrote down

which exuded an air of authority and nobility that made him stand out wherever he

excitement flashing in his eyes when he saw how much money was written on that

too much emotion on his

generous indeed; it makes me curious what you want from me,”

man named Charlie Fraser who lived in Onistead twenty years ago,”

many things could have been forgotten or lost forever without leaving any trace behind – good or bad alike – so he didn’t immediately reach for that check despite its impressive amount since earning back

family in Onistead had such a surname. But if it was someone ordinary, Kelvin

other information about

“No.”

“What’s your deadline?”

sooner, the better –

“I’ll take it.”

table top and handed it over

heart. He couldn’t help but sigh at the weightlessness of

of them were divided into many small windows, with numerous figures appearing