She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 469: Burial

Teagan personally went to the Foley Group’s office building to find Kelvin and apologize to him. However, his employees reported that Mr. Foley hadn’t been to the company for two days… and they didn’t know where he had gone.

Not only Mr. Foley, but even Chris, his assistant, had been elusive recently. This was something that would never have happened before.

“Is that so? Then please keep an eye out for me. If Mr. Foley returns, please let me know,” Teagan said, taking out a navy blue embossed card from his pocket and handing it to the woman.

As his fingers brushed across the back of her hand, the female employee shyly glanced at the handsome man. He was really good-looking! He looked young and wore a tailored dark brown suit, exuding an extraordinary aura.

She took the card joyfully and inadvertently read the text imprinted on it – CEO of the Parry Group!

She couldn’t believe that someone so young had become a CEO and looked so handsome, even comparable to a celebrity in the entertainment industry.

The female employee happily accepted the card and unintentionally leaked some news.

“Okay, if Mr. Foley returns, I will inform you immediately. But I just saw Chris, Mr. Foley’s assistant, walking with a police officer earlier. They seemed to be heading to a café… what was it called again?” she said casually.

“Forget it, I overheard it…” the woman added.

When Teagan heard the word “café,” a glimmer flashed in his charming eyes. He hastily bid farewell to the female employee and, as soon as he stepped out of the Foley Group’s building, he took out his phone and sent a message to someone.

[Exposed, retreat immediately!]

Meanwhile, Kelvin and Gordon arrived at the TWILIGHT with their capable subordinates, only to find it empty. There was no one inside.

The prison-like cage that once held someone was empty, with only a metal lock lying on the ground as evidence that someone had been there.

curiously pulled down the black velvet curtain hanging on a wooden

Crash!

velvet fell to the ground, what was on the rack frightened her, her face turning pale. She covered her mouth and let out a

“Ah, ah, ah!”

echoed in the dim, enclosed space and reached the ears of everyone, catching Gordon’s attention. He instinctively

or eight shelves, each about three meters tall and over a meter wide. On those shelves

struck their hearts, and it was

with weaker mental resilience leaned

casual glance and quickly averted his gaze. He said with disappointment, “We came too

clenched his fist and slammed it onto one of the nearby shelves,

Kelvin’s knuckles

such a large place with so many people, have moved in such a short amount of time? Perhaps there

his subordinates immediately began searching

that lasted half

letter here,” a young police officer said, wearing white gloves as he

paper, with powerful and vigorous

God’s return, all shall be

glanced at it casually before passing it to Chris. Chris, who appeared to

know either. Frustration crept onto his strong and handsome face. He had read his fair

he was about to search it on a search engine, Kelvin’s cold voice

to search. It’s the Sea

Rhea. When he got angry, he caused storms and tsunamis, sinking entire continents. When he was gentle, he brought about a climate of rain and pleasant winds. The

and throwing her into the sea during a raging storm, offering her as a sacrifice to the Sea God. Later, this ancient barbaric practice gradually evolved, and

Chris and asked coldly, “Quickly check the weather forecast for

“Yes!” Chris replied.