She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 202 The Foley Family Dinner

The car was dark, and the ride was unusually quiet. The man wore a black suit that blended into the darkness like a fierce beast lurking in the shadows. He exuded an intimidating aura that could kill with ease. His deep, dark eyes held complex emotions that were hard to decipher. After a while, Chris heard his boss let out a sigh – something he had never done before.

No matter how tired Kelvin was, he always managed to keep his composure and not show any signs of weakness in front of others.

“Mr. Foley, what’s wrong?” Chris asked curiously.

He received a cold glare from the man in response and quickly shut up. Some things were better left unsaid.

Soon enough, they arrived at the Foley Mansion. As Chris hit the brakes, both passengers in the back leaned forward due to inertia. “Careful,” Kelvin warned as he reached out to grab her shoulder before she hit her head on the seat cushion.

But his hand was swatted away by hers mid-air. “Don’t touch me.”

She had woken up from her slumber. Disgust and aloofness crept onto her face again. No trace of soft love was found…

Kelvin merely furrowed his brow, not saying a word.

As they got out of the car, a brightly lit building appeared before them, as bright as day. In this sea of white light, Cheyenne spotted a few familiar figures.

Old Mr. Foley, dressed in a black suit, had combed his hair and appeared much more spirited. He wore a shiny pair of leather shoes and leaned on a cane, standing at the entrance with a benevolent smile.

Standing beside him were two middle-aged men. The one on the left wore a silver-gray suit with a deep blue pinstripe shirt underneath. His temples showed a touch of gray, making him look slightly older than the man on the right.

gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, he exuded an elegant and refined aura. Despite reaching middle age, he still had

Cheyenne had never seen before, but she had heard that she was one of

was accompanied by a young couple. The young man wore a black suit, just like Kelvin, but while black projected dominance and arrogance on Kelvin, on this young man, it radiated

was pinned up behind her head

she? Cheyenne had

arms with old Mr. Foley and stood obediently by his side, looking

been changed into a strapless cocktail dress and stood in the corner wearing silver high heels as if she had been

go,” Kelvin

reached out his hand to Cheyenne but she ignored it completely. She picked up her handbag instead and stepped out

high heels contrasted against her fair foot back as she emerged from inside; revealing an exquisite face that looked like it came straight out of a painting – so

of her body advantages. Even

around at everyone else who were all dressed in fancy dresses or suits for this occasion, Cheyenne feel more like someone here

Foley, did I come to

was too eye-catching; even when wearing something casual could make people take notice let alone anything else. Tonight’s occasion would have many men other than himself attending so he didn’t want Cheyenne to

is just

etiquette either, so please tell Grandpa I need to leave due to some urgent matters at hand

widened his eyes in shock while he took two steps forward using

large hand. It felt as if an iron chain had restricted her movement, and his grip was causing her

her. His lips parted and he spoke in a cold

there in this world that I am afraid

go inside. Grandpa is

to look at the door where she saw old Mr. Foley walking out a few steps with an expectant look on

“Hmph.”