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.

favorite book 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 boundless

forgotten her existence,

motion, the movement of his alluring Adam's apple

Stella...

listened to this familiar yet unfamiliar name, he vaguely recalled something. This name had indeed vanished

childhood was marked by a kidnapping, and he barely escaped with his

something, as he repeatedly

find a trace of

her name

Abbie, he felt a sense of pity, perhaps because she, like himself, was unfortunate, and also fond of wearing a pure white dress like Stella, who he

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

u

incompetence as an older brother, lintentionally arranged for Abbie to enter the Foley family. I made sure she wore a white dress, reminding you of Stella, the girl who used to like wearing white dresses." "But you disappointed me. The better you treated Abbie, the more I felt sorry for Stella. So, I

was

astounded, leaving Corey, speechless, staring at this unfamiliar young man before

were even best friends, could it

have come to the surface. Sam didn't bother hiding his actions because he was confident that no one

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

accident, you could say he arranged

personally do it, someone as insignificant

his scalp tingling,

the handsome young man in front

understanding, Master Sam and

friends for many years,

confidants who shared similar