She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 326: Mr. Foley, Don’t Bully My Cheyenne

Omari was about to bid farewell to Cheyenne when he mentioned that he had a company meeting today and had to attend a semi-annual shareholders’ meeting for NIGHTBREEZE, his own company.

It wasn’t just any regular meeting; it was the semi-annual shareholders’ meeting, and Omari, as the CEO of NIGHTBREEZE, had to be there. Before he could speak, Kelvin’s cold voice cut in, “How long are you two going to be reluctant to part ways? Time is running out, Cheyenne!”

Kelvin fixed his gaze on Cheyenne, and his voice carried a chilling edge.

When Kelvin spoke, he intentionally cast a glance at Omari.

Their eyes locked, and it seemed like there was an unspoken tension building up, with Kelvin’s cold demeanor contrasting sharply with Omari’s warm, gentle one. One in black, the other in blue, they stood apart but seemed evenly matched, both exuding charisma.

In the end, Omari was the first to break the silence. He smiled gently and said, “Mr. Foley, you sound like you’re giving orders. Don’t bully my Cheyenne, alright?”

The atmosphere was uncomfortable, and neither Cheyenne nor Kelvin said anything. Chris, feeling the awkwardness, forced a smile and said, “Mr. Lara, don’t worry; Mr. Foley won’t.”

Omari acted as if he hadn’t heard Chris, making his way toward his luxury car. Just before leaving, he turned back and reminded, “Good, I’m heading to work. Cheyenne, give me a call when you’re done, and I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay.”

The tone of their conversation resembled a caring husband worried about his wife going out alone to play, showing his attentiveness.

Kelvin’s expression darkened further, as he had heard that Omari and the Onistead Weaver family’s heiress had been engaged for five years. With the Weaver family’s influence, it would be Cheyenne who would suffer in the end.

abandon Elsa Weaver, who was

was a

wanted to “remind” Cheyenne of this matter, but her cold and unresponsive demeanor left him feeling frustrated once more,

to let it go for

The Foley Mansion…

the rooms, loud cries

like a

two of them were startled as they entered the room. Cheyenne quickly looked up and glanced at the

tone filled with annoyance and

“That explains the screeching.”

cup in her hand, her eyes red and teary. She glared at Cheyenne, surprised and

other hand, walked confidently towards her goal: old Mr. Foley’s room, located on the

Emelia, the latter suddenly extended her foot to block her path, raising her chin arrogantly. “How can you be so shameless? I already told you; the Foley family doesn’t welcome you! If it weren’t

railing, her

posture resembled that

invited me here. Are you

given Emelia a resounding

strides, towering over

meddling. Besides, we already have old Mr. Edwards. What use is

though reluctant, retreated

Cheyenneraised her eyebrows in apparent

a name flashed in her mind, that of her Granduncle, and she turned her