She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 355: Poor Guy

Kelvin’s lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, the restrained anger burning in his heart. With a deep gaze, he stared at Sam and retorted, ‘Suitable or not, that’s not for you to decide.’

As his friend, Sam shouldn’t be getting so close to Cheyenne! Even though he expressed that he and Cheyenne were just friends, Kelvin knew there was more to it.

Despite being retorted by Kelvin, Sam didn’t get angry. He sighed gently with a tender smile and said sincerely, ‘Kelvin, I just think Miss Lawrence is a good girl. You shouldn’t hurt her anymore, that’s all!’ With those words, Kelvin fell into a heavy silence, staring at the cake box in his hand. Yes, he had deeply hurt Cheyenne before. But he regretted it and wanted to make amends. Why did everyone still see him as the old Kelvin? Even his grandfather stood on the side of outsiders, planning to find a prospective partner for Cheyenne. It was infuriating.

His like-minded good friend now had conflicting opinions on the matter of Cheyenne.

Sam left, leaving Kelvin alone standing at the doorway. Soon, Chris drove the car to the mall entrance. He apologized as he opened the door and hurriedly approached Kelvin.

‘Sorry, Mr. Foley, the refueling took a bit of time. Shall we go to Miss Lawrence’s villa now?’

Kelvin’s face turned as dark as a stormy cloud as he interrupted Chris.

‘No need!’

His voice was unexpectedly cold, carrying an unseen sense of loss.

‘Huh?’

they supposed to deliver desserts

Chris and instructed, ‘Dispose of it or give it to beggars on the street. I

or an official’s child. Where would he find beggars? What a waste of the

it didn’t have to be beggars. As long as they were less

a good place – the public

Kelvin to wait for him for five minutes, Chris ran into the public restroom

white uniform with cleaning tools at

he was about to speak, the cleaning lady gave him a disdainful look while holding a broom. ‘What are you doing? Can’t you see this is the

his excitement. He quickly explained, ‘Ma’ma, please don’t misunderstand. I’m

the cleaning lady even more

lifted the corners of his lips, attempting to appear less poker-faced, and asked experimentally, ‘Excuse me, ma’ma, how much is your

young man with some disdain. ‘3500, day shift, with medical insurances, including meals and accommodation. What else do you want to know?’ ‘Great! Ma’ma, this delicious cake is for you. No need to

handed the cake to the mid-aged woman, leaving her with a shocked

touching up her makeup in the restroom, Juliana saw Chris’s departure. ‘Wasn’t this Mr. Foley’s assistant, Chris? If he was here, then Mr. Foley might be around too.’ Juliana’s eyes gleamed, and she immediately followed him,

had parked

leave without him? Had Mr. Foley forgotten

appearing like a wife abandoned by a scumbag. Just as he was contemplating whether to call Kelvin to inquire about his