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 wanted

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 was Miss Lawrence who performed the surgery

towel to cool you down, going up and down the stairs. I could see that she was tired,

take care of you, but Miss Lawrence was worried about

saying that holds true: hate is the

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

that rain

suddenly gave an order, “Go to the Central

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 no

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

replied. He reluctantly turned the car around and

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

at this time. The old caretaker, an elderly man, leisurely

he expect to see a black luxury car driving through the entrance gate. Oh my, are those golden

resolute and noble

more desolate. As far as the eye could see, there were rows upon rows of black

as he looked at the gold letters on the tombstone that read “Grave of Danny Lawrence, beloved son.” The name of