She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 364: Changes Coming to the Foley Group

Old Mr. Foley said that Kelvin had never painted for anyone else before. This portrait of her was his first and last work of art. Not even Abbie had that privilege.

When he was caught, the stubborn teenager had insisted that it was just practice and had prepared to discard it. He had actually thrown it in the downstairs trash bin. ‘Cheyenne, do you know? At the time, I really wanted to laugh. He clearly had a crush on you, but he was just being stubborn and wouldn’t admit it.’

‘Later, I saw him go back to the trash pile specifically to search for this painting.’

‘When he couldn’t find it, he even had a big argument with the management company. That’s when I knew that arranging your engagement was the right thing to do.’ ‘Because I’ve never seen any emotion other than aloofness on Kelvin’s face. Try to forgive him. He was so cold and stern because he was deeply scarred by Gracie.’

‘He’s afraid to trust others, afraid to let anyone get close to him. He’s built a protective shell around himself, using indifference to hide his true feelings.’

The conversation downstairs grew quieter and eventually returned to a calm tone.

When Iker came out of his room again, old Mr. Foley and the butler had already left. He saw Cheyenne had taken the oil painting she had thrown in a corner and placed it back on the table.

She was sitting on the couch, her legs curled up, hugging her knees, and burying her head in them. Her eyes stared blankly at the painting.

Her posture made her look like a scared little chick hiding in its eggshell, extremely lacking in a sense of security, igniting a desire to protect her.

Cheyenne rarely appeared this way. She was always confident, her smile vibrant, and occasionally a bit absent-minded. But in this moment, Iker deeply realized one fact: Cheyenne was just a vulnerable girl.

She was so focused that she didn’t even notice when he arrived. Feeling the room darken slightly, Cheyenne raised her head, meeting a pair of sharp, deep-set eyes. Her red lips parted, and she called him, ‘Master Iker.’

That was the difference in weight between a man and a woman. ‘What are you

the oil painting, the one Kelvin had painted. She had known the truth, and she had even

turmoil passed through her eyes, but she shook

‘Nothing.’

that left you

eyes. ‘Master Iker,

Kelvin was

she wasn’t doing

a reason to harm

was

return it to Kelvin. The past was in the past, and there was no need to continue dwelling in memories

next morning, after a simple morning routine, Cheyenne wrapped the oil painting in old newspapers and took a taxi to the Foley Group

inconvenient time. Kelvin was in the middle of an early meeting with the employees. They were discussing the acquisition of Abbie’s shares and a new round of restructuring

even nationwide because of years of internal and external

and she had made several detrimental

today was essentially a ‘criticism session’ for Abbie.

the man she had been longing for

He was still wearing the same black suit

where he had been yesterday and why his phone had been

and turned in her own bed, unable to sleep. Recent events had taken

she went back, she might have to endure Jane’s mockery, especially since she