She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 388: You’ve Got to Be Kidding Me

Not long after, a black Volkswagen slowly approached from the end of the alley. It was so ordinary that Cheyenne wouldn’t have noticed it if the car hadn’t stopped right in front of them. After all, there were so many cars like this that cost only a few hundred thousand dollars…

The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

The man smiled and greeted them, “Mr. Foley, Miss Lawrence…”

The one driving the car was his assistant, Chris.

Cheyenne couldn’t help but wonder. She hadn’t seen Kelvin make a phone call just now, so how did he notify Chris?

While she hesitated about whether to get into the car, Kelvin had already taken the initiative to open the car door and stepped forward with his long legs, ready to get in.

Taking a couple of steps away, he noticed Cheyenne hesitating and reminded her, “Get in the car. It’s not safe to linger here.”

The old man waved his hand in agreement, “Master Kelvin is right. You should leave quickly. It’s crowded and not safe here, young lady, remember to send me the clothes.”

“Don’t worry.” She had no other choice since her phone had run out of battery… She couldn’t contact Iker right now either.

Well then, she would go to the Foley mansion first.

Kelvin himself was in such a state, so he wouldn’t dare to do anything to her!

The two of them sat together in the back seat, and the car drove steadily ahead. Chris placed both hands on the steering wheel and occasionally glanced back at the situation inside the car. He was quite puzzled.

How did the President end up with Miss Lawrence?

The car was quiet, and because of the pain, Kelvin leaned against the seat and fell asleep.

His incredibly handsome face was covered in sweat, and his complexion was pale and somewhat purplish. He looked very uncomfortable.

Cheyenne wasn’t in a much better condition either. Her feet were scratched from broken glass, and she had walked all the way in Kelvin’s shoes. The heels of her feet were also blistered.

walking on a

It was damn painful!

the Lawrence Villa was on the left. Cheyenne looked at the familiar intersection and calculated that she could

Chris, “Mr. Richards, could you

aren’t you going home with

drive, Kelvin, who had been resting his eyes,

“Yes, sir.”

became more and more distant

she couldn’t help but turn around and glare

are you

on the cushion. He softly said, “Cheyenne, I’m tired. Please be quiet for a

light slumber

porcelain doll,

to get angry, but her heart softened when she saw the blood

wakes up. Besides, there are a few things I want to

the car

gradually came to a stop at the entrance of

injury. She gently shook his shoulder and said, “Hey, Kelvin, you’ve arrived

motion, his bleeding seemed to

noise in her ears, but Kelvin managed to squeeze out a smile and opened his deep-set eyes to look

of staring, he sighed helplessly. “Cheyenne, do you know you’re

Cheyenne rolled her eyes on the spot.

What do we do

can’t let anyone know

understood the importance of this matter. After hesitating for a moment, he had Chris take off his suit jacket and put it on himself, while Cheyenne remained barefoot. Without understanding what she was about to do, her body was suddenly lifted,

What is he doing?

her, a muffled groan escaped from his throat. He appeared to be in some pain, infuriating her to the point that

jerk! Am I

weighed just over 100

on his forehead, adding to the radiance

but… my hand is