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?”

probing question actually indicated that he

earnestly and continued in a serious tone, “If Miss Lawrence didn’t care about you, she wouldn’t have gotten angry over this dog belonging to Miss Berry.” “And when you were shot last time, it

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

but Miss Lawrence was worried about any

hate is the obverse

sky outside the window. Dark clouds rolled

seemed that

suddenly gave an order, “Go to

taken aback, slowing down the car and reminded in a low voice, “Mr. Foley, according to the

stomach condition caused him to sweat profusely

turned the car

world into a vast expanse of gray. The sound of rain, noisy yet rhythmic, filled the air

hardly ideal. Not many people would choose to visit the cemetery at this time. The old caretaker, an elderly man, leisurely prepared a cup of tea,

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

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

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

Lawrence, beloved son.” The name of the person who