She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 355: Poor Guy

Chapter 355: Poor Guy

Kelvin's lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, the restrained anger burning in his heart. With a deep gaze, he stared at Sam and retorted, 'Suitable or not, that's not for you to decide.'

As his friend, Sam shouldn't be getting so close to Cheyenne! Even though he expressed that he and Cheyenne were just friends, Kelvin knew there was more to it.

Despite being retorted by Kelvin, Sam didn't get angry. He sighed gently with a tender smile and said sincerely, 'Kelvin, I just think Miss Lawrence is a good girl. You shouldn't hurt her anymore, that's all!' With those words, Kelvin fell into a heavy silence, staring at the cake box in his hand. Yes, he had deeply hurt Cheyenne before. But he regretted it and wanted to make amends. Why did everyone still see him as the old Kelvin? Even his grandfather stood on the side of outsiders, planning to find a prospective partner for Cheyenne. It was infuriating.

His like-minded good friend now had conflicting opinions on the matter of Cheyenne.

Sam left, leaving Kelvin alone standing at the doorway. Soon, Chris drove the car to the mall entrance. He apologized as he opened the door and hurriedly approached Kelvin.

'Sorry, Mr. Foley, the refueling took a bit of time. Shall we go to Miss Lawrence's villa now?'

Kelvin's face turned as dark as a stormy cloud as he interrupted Chris.

'No need!'

His voice was unexpectedly cold, carrying an unseen sense of loss.

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Weren't they supposed to deliver desserts to Miss Lawrence?

In the next moment, Kelvin handed the box to Chris and instructed, 'Dispose of it or give it to beggars on the street. I don't want to see it again.'

Chris felt quite troubled. This was the bustling city center of Akloit; anyone on the street could be a rich second generation or an official's child. Where would he find beggars? What a waste of the carefully reserved cake, which took two days to reserve.

Wait a minute, it didn't have to be beggars. As long as they were less fortunate, it should be fine, right?

Chris thought of a good place - the public restroom!

After telling Kelvin to wait for him for five minutes, Chris ran into the public restroom inside the shopping mall, carrying the cake.

Fortunately, he spotted a middle-aged woman in a white uniform with cleaning tools at the entrance of the women's restroom. His spirits lifted, and he walked toward her.

Just as he was about to speak, the cleaning lady gave him a disdainful look while holding a broom. 'What are you doing? Can't you see this is the women's restroom? Are you a pervert trying to...'

Chris's face turned red; he hadn't paid attention to his surroundings in his excitement. He quickly explained, 'Ma'ma, please don't misunderstand. I'm here to find you.'

This only left the cleaning lady even more confused; she didn't recognize him.

Chris deliberately lifted the corners of his lips, attempting to appear less poker-faced, and asked experimentally, 'Excuse me, ma'ma, how much is your monthly salary?'

Hearing this, the mid-aged woman sneered, looking at the young man with some disdain. '3500, day shift, with medical insurances, including meals and accommodation. What else do you want to know?' 'Great! Ma'ma, this delicious cake is for you. No need to thank me. Please eat it quickly; otherwise, the taste might change later!'

Chris handed the cake to the mid-aged woman, leaving her with a shocked expression.

Meanwhile, having just finished touching up her makeup in the restroom, Juliana saw Chris's departure. 'Wasn't this Mr. Foley's assistant, Chris? If he was here, then Mr. Foley might be around too.' Juliana's eyes gleamed, and she immediately followed him, striding forward in her stylish seven-centimeter high-heeled sandals.

Meanwhile, Chris, having completed his task, returned to where he had parked his car only to find it missing. 'Mr. Foley...'

Did Mr. Foley... leave without him? Had Mr. Foley forgotten his assistant?

Poor Chris stood hesitantly, appearing like a wife abandoned by a scumbag. Just as he was contemplating whether to call Kelvin to inquire about his whereabouts, a hand patted his shoulder from behind. 'Mr. Foley, long time no see.'

Emelia's charming voice sounded behind him, surprising Chris as he turned to look. This unfamiliar yet slightly familiar figure seemed like someone he had seen before.

Yes!

At the Foley mansion, Chris politely smiled at her, only to receive a disdainful eye-roll from Juliana.

'It's you. Where is Mr. Foley?'

Her expression was a mixture of disdain and disappointment.

'Sorry, Miss Chambers, I have no idea.'

Chris' response seemed dismissive to Juliana, and she raised her delicate chin arrogantly.

Mockingly, she said, 'Hehe, what use is an assistant like you? You don't even know your own boss' whereabouts.'

Chris felt wronged; after all, it was the weekend, and he thought he deserved a day off. It was reasonable not to know the whereabouts of his boss on a day off.

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