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?’

to deliver desserts to

box to Chris and instructed, ‘Dispose of it or give it to beggars on the street. I don’t

Akloit; anyone on the street could be a rich second generation or an official’s child. Where would he find beggars? What a waste of the carefully reserved cake, which took two

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

a good place –

ran into

a middle-aged woman in a white uniform with cleaning tools at the entrance of the women’s restroom. His spirits lifted, and he walked toward

speak, the cleaning lady gave him a disdainful look while holding a broom. ‘What are you doing? Can’t you see this is the women’s restroom? Are you a

paid attention to his surroundings in his excitement. He quickly explained, ‘Ma’ma,

cleaning lady even

less poker-faced, and asked experimentally,

looking at the 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 thank me. Please eat it quickly;

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

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

returned to where he had parked his car

Mr. Foley… leave without him? Had Mr. Foley forgotten

was contemplating whether to call Kelvin to inquire about his whereabouts, a hand patted his shoulder from behind. ‘Mr. Foley, long