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?’

supposed to deliver

the next moment, Kelvin handed the box to Chris and instructed, ‘Dispose of it or give it to beggars

a rich second generation or an official’s child. Where would he find beggars? What

long as they were less fortunate, it should

thought of a good place – the

for him for five minutes, Chris ran into the public restroom inside the shopping

uniform with cleaning tools at the entrance of the women’s restroom. His

holding a broom. ‘What are you doing? Can’t you see

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

left the cleaning lady even more confused; she didn’t recognize

corners of his lips, attempting to appear less poker-faced, and asked experimentally,

mid-aged woman sneered, 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

mid-aged

Mr. Foley’s assistant, Chris? If he was here, then Mr. Foley might be around

task, returned to where he had parked his car only to find

Foley… leave without him? Had

wife abandoned by a scumbag. Just as he was contemplating whether to call Kelvin to inquire about his whereabouts, a hand patted his shoulder from behind. ‘Mr. Foley,