She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 423: Finally a Raise

Amidst Kelvin’s series of aggressive moves, Chris finally realized that the CEO was undeniably feeling jealous. He chuckled inwardly and greeted Cheyenne briefly before following Kelvin as he turned and left. “Miss Lawrence, we shall take our leave now,” Chris said.

On the way back, the man sitting silently in the back seat of the car, the atmosphere inside turned icy and silent, as if they had prematurely entered the depths of winter. Chris, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, cautiously glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, who emanated a chilling aura. He spoke with a comforting tone, trying to provide some solace:

“Sometimes, those involved in a situation can’t see clearly, while onlookers have a clearer view. When Miss Lawrence heard me mention that you gave Miss Berry this dog, she clearly showed signs of anger. It means that Miss Lawrence still cares about you, Mr. Foley.”

In an instant, it was as if a refreshing stream flowed through Kelvin’s body, reviving his once barren soul, and breathing new life into it like a withered tree in spring.

A faint twinkle of radiance appeared in his previously dark eyes, a fleeting shine that even slightly lifted the corners of his eyes, with joy evident on his face.

It was an expression that couldn’t be concealed.

This was the first time Chris had seen Mr. Foley reveal such a delighted expression. He couldn’t help but think, ‘The power of love truly is immense, even Mr. Foley, who has always been virtuous, reserved, and cold, has become uncertain in matters of the heart.’

Kelvin questioned in a pleading tone, “Is what you said true? Does Cheyenne still care about me?”

actually indicated that he

have gotten angry over this dog belonging to Miss Berry.” “And when you were shot last time, it was Miss Lawrence who performed the surgery on you, and she took care of you all

the middle of the night, it was Miss Lawrence who used a towel to cool you down, going up

take care of you, but Miss Lawrence was worried about any sudden incidents and stayed by your side all

reality, there’s a saying that holds true: hate is the obverse of love. The more one hates, the more one

said, gazing suddenly at the gloomy sky outside the window. Dark clouds rolled and

that

order,

was momentarily taken aback, slowing down the car and reminded in a low voice, “Mr. Foley, according to the company schedule, there’s a meeting at 2:30 in the afternoon.” “Cancel it,” he said firmly, leaving

even if his stomach condition caused him to sweat profusely in pain. He was someone who prioritized his career above all else and would never let anything

Chris replied. He reluctantly turned the car around and

rain arrived as expected. In summer, the rain comes forcefully and violently, turning the world into a vast expanse of gray. The sound of rain,

time. The old caretaker, an elderly man, leisurely prepared a cup of tea, moved his reclining chair under the eaves,

see a black luxury car driving through the entrance gate. Oh my, are

came to a stop, and two figures dressed in black stepped out. Both were tall, sturdy, and handsome young men with resolute and noble faces. The

desolate. As far as the eye could see, there were rows

he looked at the gold letters on the tombstone that read “Grave of Danny Lawrence, beloved son.” The name of the person who erected the tombstone was Cheyenne. This was their