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.

Did she hope Omari would abandon Elsa Weaver, who was

was a

matter, but her cold and unresponsive demeanor left him feeling frustrated once more,

let it

The Foley Mansion…

one of the

a woman was

of them were startled as they entered the room.

filled with annoyance and helplessness as he

“That explains the screeching.”

the room, carrying a porcelain cup in her hand, her eyes red and teary.

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

told you; the Foley family doesn’t welcome you! If it weren’t for you, Grandpa

against the railing, her form-fitting black short-sleeved top

posture resembled that of

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

she would have undoubtedly given Emelia a resounding slap to

man approached with long strides, towering over

you… Grandpa’s illness doesn’t require her meddling. Besides, we already have old Mr. Edwards. What use

reluctant, retreated

Emelia’s words, Cheyenneraised her eyebrows in apparent confusion and

mind, that of her Granduncle, and she