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

of it or give it to beggars on the street.

bustling city center of Akloit; anyone on the street could be a rich second generation or

to be beggars. As long as they were less fortunate, it should be

thought of a good place

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

middle-aged woman in a white uniform with cleaning tools at the entrance of the women’s restroom. His

while holding a broom. ‘What are you doing?

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

even more confused; she didn’t recognize

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

and accommodation. What else do you want to know?’ ‘Great! Ma’ma, this delicious cake is for you.

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

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

returned to where he had parked his

without him? Had Mr. Foley forgotten

as he was contemplating whether to call Kelvin to inquire about his whereabouts, a hand patted his shoulder