She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 170: Villas for Each of You

Smoke billowed out of the bookstore, flames flickering inside and drawing a crowd of onlookers from the street. Over a dozen burly men in black suits burst out of the store, chasing after a black Maybach that was speeding away.

“Go after them!” commanded their leader.

Just as they were about to catch up, several police cars suddenly appeared at the end of the alleyway. Although this place wasn’t under any country or class jurisdiction, they still had to be wary of Chulae’s government officials.

“Damn it!”

“Retreat!” Cursing loudly, the group of black-clad bodyguards retreated back into the bookstore and joined in with those trying to put out the fire.

On the other side of a wall, an old dim streetlight was mostly obscured by tree branches. Only faint light filtered through and scattered across a man’s handsome face.

He blended into this darkness as if he were one with it. Two long fingers with distinct knuckles held onto a cigarette between them; his fingernail glinted like a tiny eye that flickered on and off intermittently with red light.

After brushing off some ash from his suit pants, he tasted bitter tobacco smoke in his mouth which felt unfamiliar since he hadn’t smoked for many days until just now when he found some cigarettes in his pocket. He stood there for awhile until that luxury car left and the bodyguards retreated due to fear before chuckling lightly.

He tossed away his burnt-out cigarette butt onto ground before turning around to leave.

Inside Chris’ car:

Chris returned from using restroom only to find himself confused about why there was fire suddenly. The door opened and Kelvin bent down into back seat while speaking; there was still lingering scent of tobacco smoke emanating from him.

“To Gladperd Estate.”

“Yes.”

with his eyes darting to the window from time to time, wondering where Mrs. Foley was all

Maybach raced steadily on the highway, the window open, the summer breeze caressing their faces with

heads against

traces around corners where lipstick had been

you’re actually

snorted, “Your eyesight is pretty “’good’.

“You can’t really blame me

was just too beautiful, even more

angry that his chin trembled. He grabbed the hem of his skirt and quickly lifted it up before letting it

with pride and pointed at Dominic with his chin while squinting her

you know mine

who

insult to

on the brake pedal. The speeding luxury car suddenly stopped on

but thankfully

you drive properly? How did you even get your license?” Reece angrily covered his forehead while glaring over at

back to filming next month and he couldn’t

Cheyenne blinked innocently while spreading her hands. “Of course I

a girl at all! He even

Cheyenne had never seen such

head and apologized, “Cheyenne, forgive

women before, he was

in front of Cheyenne, the founder of his gang, there was

other hand, Reece who was thick-skinned enough wasn’t