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.

sharp and beautiful, like a stroke

picked up the crumpled papers from the floor. When she noticed

her wrist. The chilly touch traveled through her

empty eyes turned to her, and a clear, concerned voice spoke, ‘Cheyenne, have you caught a

collarbone. His freshly awakened face, with those clear, slightly sleepy eyes, looked like an enchanting fairy. Cheyenne

a surprisingly sexy side. Fortunately, Cheyenne was

in from outside, and the temperature difference is too much. Have I disturbed your sleep, Benson? Why don’t you go to the room to sleep? It’s easy to catch a

scolded him in a hushed voice, Benson chuckled. His

I’ve been sleeping for quite a while. You came just at the right

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

see, she didn’t worry about Benson sneaking a

me. I’ve just been busy lately. Besides, I had some delicious food outside today and thought of getting you some too.

Benson sniffed the sweet fragrance

the way, Cheyenne, what did

into the air, and Cheyenne evaded his hand with a mischievous smile.

sweet aroma in the air again, and a hint of sourness seemed to be present. In his mind, the image of candied hawthorns

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

Cheyenne bit her lip,

you hesitated for half a second, and your heartbeat accelerated in an instant. It must

him and sighed, ‘Benson, you’re really

dog even stared at me several

he was curious about the ‘certain dog’ mentioned by her. ‘What dog?

rotten flies, let alone candied

‘Oh.’

but he could sense from Cheyenne’s voice that she was in a good