She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 356: Leave

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a slow stop in front of the two. Kelvin’s face, as serene and handsome as a deity, appeared through the lowered car window.

Kelvin, expressionless, instructed Chris, ‘Get in.’

‘Yes, Mr. Foley!’ Chris had never been so moved; he thought his boss had left him behind.

Little did he expect Mr. Foley to be so considerate.

Juliana also wanted to ride in his car, approaching and trying to strike up a conversation. With a pitiful tone, she pleaded, ‘Mr. Foley, I forgot to drive today. Can you give me a ride?’

The cold and ruthless man callously rejected her coquettish request, ‘I’m going to the office to work overtime with this useless assistant. It’s not on the way, Miss Chambers. Get back the way you came!’ He might as well have said, ‘Get lost.’

The smile on the woman’s face gradually froze. Did the term ‘useless assistant’ sound like an insult directed at her?

Chris, on the other hand, was startled by the mention of ‘overtime.’ This was bad; it seemed Mr. Foley was in a very bad mood.

Well, no rest for this weekend.

He retracted his earlier comment about Mr. Foley becoming more considerate.

Sunlight filled the room, the warm hues of the wooden decor creating a cozy and natural atmosphere. In the middle of the hall was a black piano, and by the French windows covered with a white shaggy rug, a young man in a brown thin T-shirt lay dozing off.

The gentle light fell on his extraordinarily handsome face, flawless and fair, not a single visible pore. His skin was so enviable that even women would feel jealous.

In his hands, there was an open book, surrounded by many white papers scattered on the nearby rug. The papers were filled with messy yet elegantly written black musical notes.

see, his handwriting was sharp and

she noticed the open window, she

a slightly cold hand grabbed her wrist. The chilly touch traveled through her

pair of empty eyes turned to her, and a clear,

clear, slightly sleepy eyes, looked like an enchanting fairy. Cheyenne shook her head, trying to clear her mind from the temptation.

gentle, revealed a surprisingly sexy side. Fortunately, Cheyenne was an honest

from outside, and the temperature difference is too much. Have I disturbed your sleep, Benson? Why don’t you go to

scolded him in a hushed voice, Benson chuckled. His face brightened with this smile, and his

just at the right time. You heartless girl, what

to the other side and sat cross-legged in front of him, revealing the

didn’t worry about

some delicious

hint of playfulness in her voice, Benson sniffed the sweet fragrance in

sorry. By the way, Cheyenne, what did you

into the air, and Cheyenne evaded

a hint of sourness seemed to be present. In

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

he was spot-on. Cheyenne bit her lip, still wanting to

a second, and your heartbeat

sighed, ‘Benson, you’re really amazing; your ears are getting more and more

you. A certain dog even

or boasting about guessing it right. However, he was curious about the

would eat anything, even rotten flies, let alone

‘Oh.’

he could sense from Cheyenne’s