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.

exuded an elegant

so handsome; he clearly inherited his good looks from Corey. Then there was Gracie, whom Cheyenne had

black suit, just like Kelvin, but while black projected dominance and arrogance on Kelvin, on this young man, it radiated elegance and style. The man looked to be around 25 or

wearing a long red evening gown. Her skin wasn’t particularly fair, but the red color made her look even darker. Her hair was pinned up behind her head

Cheyenne had never

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

strapless cocktail dress and stood in the corner wearing silver high heels as if she had been excluded from

go,” Kelvin

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

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 beautiful that it almost didn’t

her body advantages. Even dressed so casually, Cheyenne

who were all dressed in fancy dresses or

Foley, did I come

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

been over. Besides, coming empty-handed isn’t proper etiquette either, so please tell Grandpa I need to leave due

soon as she turned around readying herself for departure, old Mr. Foley widened his

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

as an icy pond, staring at her. His lips parted and he spoke in a cold voice, “Are you

What is there in this world that

Grandpa

at the door where she saw old Mr. Foley walking out

“Hmph.”