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.

would abandon Elsa Weaver, who was both beautiful and had a

was a far-fetched

her cold and unresponsive demeanor left him feeling frustrated once more, and he couldn’t find an opening to bring

let it go

The Foley Mansion…

one of the rooms, loud

a woman was

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

filled

“That explains the screeching.”

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

Mr. Foley’s room, located on the second floor and illuminated by

path, raising her chin arrogantly. “How can you be so shameless? I already told you; the Foley family

against the railing, her

resembled that

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

past, she would have undoubtedly given

strides, towering over Emelia, his

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

reluctant,

in apparent confusion and asked,

mind, that of her Granduncle, and she turned her gaze