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.

was sharp and beautiful, like

the crumpled papers from the floor. When she

wrist. The chilly

turned to her, and a

slightly sleepy eyes, looked like an enchanting fairy. Cheyenne

Fortunately, Cheyenne was an honest girl; otherwise,

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 cold here, and

His face brightened with this smile, and his lips

for quite a while. You came just at the right

cross-legged in front of him, revealing the hand she

she didn’t

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

her voice, Benson sniffed

accused you. I’m sorry. By the way, Cheyenne, what did you

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

air again, and a hint of sourness seemed to be present.

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

lip, still wanting to

second, and your heartbeat accelerated in an instant. It must be the

she admired him and sighed, ‘Benson, you’re

you. A certain dog even stared at me several times, but I didn’t

right. However, he was curious about

hearing his serious inquiry, Cheyenne burst into laughter. That dog would eat anything, even rotten flies, let alone candied

‘Oh.’

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