She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 714: Even Abbie is His Pawn

The small bar was still playing deafening music, yet somehow it felt eerily silent all around, to the point where one could hear a pin drop on the ground.

Above, the colorful neon lights continued their ever-changing rotation, casting onto the newcomer's white suit.

With one hand in his pocket and the other snapping his fingers, he appeared in front of Kelvin. His elegant figure, draped in a tailored white suit, exuded a slender and pure air, akin to the bright moon in the autumn night sky.

Cold, elegant, and untainted.

Sam's arrival brought a hush over the bustling bar, transforming the scene from an oil painting to a serene landscape, timeless and tranquil.

As he stopped in front of Kelvin, his figure graciously settled into the chair opposite, offering a warm smile. "Care to buy me a drink?"

His casual and familiar tone was a product of their many years of friendship.

Kelvin's gaze had turned wary the moment Sam appeared, his eyes revealing anger and unabashed murderous intent, but it didn't deter Sam.

Seeing no response, Sam ordered himself a "Margarita" cocktail, and then as if remembering something, he slightly parted his lips and instructed the bartender, "Another 'Poseidon's Tears' for me, it's her favorite drink."

At the mention of "her," both Chris and Kelvin were puzzled, with Kelvin's face eventually reflecting a tinge of sorrow.

Poseidon, the sea god from Greek mythology.

This cocktail aptly embodied the title "Poseidon's Tears," its deep blue color akin to the vast sea, adorned with a vibrant and luscious green mint leaf, topped with a small pearl made of white fondant. So beautiful that it was almost a shame to destroy such a perfect creation.

With the glass in hand, Sam carefully scrutinized it for a long while, his brows carrying a trace of poignant remembrance and deep affection.

was the 'Bible,' always talking about Medusa's tragic fate. But who would have known that one day, she'd also be buried in this

you probably have long forgotten her existence, but I can't. I cannot forget how she

the cocktail in one fluid motion, the

Stella...

yet unfamiliar name, he vaguely recalled something. This

childhood was marked by a kidnapping, and he barely escaped with his life, spending half a year in the hospital

like he had forgotten something, as he repeatedly looked at a photo with a hole

couldn't find a trace of her in

her name

she, like himself, was unfortunate, and also fond of wearing a pure white dress like Stella, who he had forgotten. Seeing Kelvin's reaction, Sam

trying to save you, yet you forgot about her, Kelvin. You really

u

you of Stella, the girl who used to like wearing white dresses." "But

out Abbie was Sam's

speechless, staring at this unfamiliar young man before him. "How is

could it be that even the accident was

truth seemed to have come to the surface. Sam didn't bother hiding his actions because he was confident that

chose Abbie. If she hadn't become an orphan, how could she have had an excuse

arranged it, or you could say

do it, someone as insignificant as an ant wasn't worth his own

felt his scalp tingling, fearful

the handsome young man in

understanding, Master Sam and

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