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?

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

annoyed, but upon seeing Kelvin’s handsome face,

she replied, “Miss Lawrence’s boyfriend just helped her with the discharge procedures. He said there was an

Mr. Foley’s face froze as he wondered if it was Mr. Lara or

better as his large

Kelvin didn’t miss the other important piece of information the

an emergency

got up and headed towards the hallway leading to the lobby. Old Mr. Foley stomped his cane

and back

You just woke up from your coma; it’s not good for you to leave

how stubborn Kelvin could

necessary procedures before boarding a private plane back to Akloit with old Mr. Foley

the window at the clouds that seemed within reach like some sort of dreamland fantasy

she always said eating it felt like having clouds in

All she needed was one

had strange tastes so never

for fresh clothes. Outside the villa, reporters swarmed around, making it impossible to move. When the private jet landed, it brought with it

private jet –

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

everyone off guard for several seconds. Some even whispered

“Who is he?”

“I have no idea.”