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?”

kind of probing question actually indicated that he wanted

belonging to Miss Berry.” “And when you were shot

Miss Lawrence who used a towel to cool you down, going up

but Miss Lawrence

saying that holds true: hate is the

softly the last words Chris said, gazing suddenly at the gloomy sky

that rain

gave an order, “Go

to the company schedule, there’s a meeting at 2:30 in the afternoon.” “Cancel it,” he said firmly, leaving no

caused him to sweat profusely in pain. He was someone who prioritized his career above all else and would never

turned the car

comes forcefully and violently, turning the world into a vast expanse of gray. The sound of rain, noisy yet rhythmic,

this time. The old caretaker, an elderly man,

luxury car driving through the entrance gate. Oh my, are those

and handsome young men with resolute and noble faces. The one in front was

more desolate. As far as the eye could see, there were rows upon rows of black tombstones, standing silently and exuding

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