She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 494: He Is Worried About Cheyenne

After a brief argument between the grandfather and grandson, Kelvin rubbed his throbbing head and casually asked, “Grandpa, where is she?”

Old Mr. Foley stood with his hands behind his back. “She? Who?”

Kelvin’s lips twitched. He weakly replied, “Cheyenne Lawrence.”

In the next moment, he received a knock on the head from old Mr. Foley who was muttering under his breath. “You call her by her full name? She’s your wife! Do you remember it?” Kelvin wanted to argue back since they had divorced, but stopped himself when memories of his recent nightmares flooded into his mind – Cheyenne becoming Sam’s bride.

His pupils dilated as he swallowed back all the words he wanted to say and answered in a muffled tone, “Mm.”

Old Mr. Foley had planned to spend more time convincing Kelvin to win Cheyenne back but unexpectedly got a sure answer from him.

He suddenly realized that if anything had happened between them while they were alone together in wilderness for long.

He put his hand on Kelvin’s shoulder like an intimate buddy before leaning over to whisper, “Kelvin, have you made any progress with Cheyenne?”

Kelvin refused to answer him directly and gave him a cold stare instead. “Grandpa, you’re so nosy.”

“Humph! You brat!”

Half an hour later, old Mr. Foley assisted Kelvin towards Cheyenne’s ward, only to find it empty without anyone present inside.

Where was she?

nurse and asked, “Hello, I would like to ask where Miss Cheyenne Lawrence in this

handsome face, a blush crept up her cheeks and her voice

boyfriend just helped her with the discharge procedures. He said there was an emergency at home and they had

Foley’s face froze as he wondered if it was

better as his large hand

didn’t miss the other important piece of

was an emergency at

the hallway leading to the lobby. Old Mr. Foley stomped his cane in frustration

discharged and back

your

hurrying after Kelvin but he knew how stubborn Kelvin could be once he

completed all necessary procedures before boarding a private plane back to Akloit

calmly outside the window at the clouds that seemed within

how much Cheyenne loved cotton candy; she always said eating it felt like having clouds in her

of happiness was simple. All she needed

he thought she had strange

headed straight for Cheyenne’s villa instead of returning to the Foley mansion for fresh clothes. Outside the villa, reporters swarmed around, making it impossible to move. When the private jet landed, it brought with it a powerful whirlwind that

the luxurious private jet

standing at the front, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. His hair, which hadn’t been cut for over two weeks, hung down to his

the media like this caught everyone off guard

“Who is he?”

“I have no idea.”