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.

Elsa Weaver, who was both

a

of this matter, but her cold and unresponsive demeanor left him feeling

he decided to let it go

The Foley Mansion…

in one of the rooms, loud cries

like a woman

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

Kelvin frowned, his tone filled with annoyance and helplessness as he

“That explains the screeching.”

carrying a porcelain cup in her hand, her

other hand, walked confidently towards her goal: old Mr. Foley’s room, located on the second floor and illuminated by a

be so shameless? I already told

this, Cheyenne leaned confidently against the railing, her form-fitting

that of

someone standing behind her, she spoke in an unusually chilly tone, “Today, Mr. Foley, it was you who invited me here. Are you just going to stand there and watch the show?” Kelvin hadn’t expected her to use him as a shield like

given Emelia a resounding slap to

with long strides, towering over Emelia, his voice

Besides, we already have

reluctant,

words, Cheyenneraised her eyebrows in apparent

in her mind, that of her Granduncle,