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.”

from time to time, wondering where Mrs. Foley

open, the summer breeze

heads against the car

corners where lipstick had been smudged beyond recognition. His masculine features revealed themselves

you’re

disdainful look, pulled at his torn suspender dress and snorted, “Your eyesight is pretty “’good’. Just now you realized that I’m a real

stuttered, “You can’t really blame me for

beautiful, even

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

and pointed at Dominic with his chin while squinting

do you know mine

people who

insult to fat

stopped

almost hit the windshield but thankfully activated an airbag which

while glaring over at his handsome face through his peripheral

go back to filming next month and he

while spreading her hands. “Of course I can drive! You were just

treat her like a girl at all! He even lifted up his skirt in front

herself, Cheyenne had never seen such

lowered his head and apologized, “Cheyenne, forgive me. I

many women before, he was just

of Cheyenne, the founder of his gang, there was no way he

who was thick-skinned enough