She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 452: Don'T Move

Chapter 452: Don't Move

Cheyenne stood still with a gloomy face. Just by looking at Chris's expression, it was clear that he misunderstood what had just happened between her and Kelvin.

It was only now that she realized she had one leg kneeling on Kelvin's thigh, and her disheveled appearance was undoubtedly suggestive. On the other hand, Kelvin, being a man with experience, calmly instructed Chris, "Take him to the guest room and wait for me. I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Mr. Foley," Chris's voice resounded loudly from outside the door.

Cheyenne jumped off his lap, gritting her teeth and smoothing her fallen collar. This time, she buttoned it up to the top button.

Her hand held onto that earring tightly.

"Since you have something to do, I'll leave first."

Leave? She was dressed so carelessly, not even wearing underwear... How could Kelvin let her walk out of the office like this?

Immediately, he held onto her slender waist and pressed her onto the seat. "Sit for a while; I'll get Chris to buy you a clean set of clothes."

Cheyenne wanted to refuse, but then she realized that her current state wasn't suitable for walking on the streets. So, she nodded approvingly. "Mm."

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Kelvin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to meet the client first, but couldn't help but complain inwardly.

Why did they choose this very moment to come? They could have come earlier or later.

When he left, he had a careful thought and locked the door from the outside. The office was on the top floor and had sealed windows.

It was impossible for her to sneak out while he wasn't there.

Kelvin then curved his lips and walked towards the guest room.

What he didn't expect was to find Sam sitting inside.

Sam was dressed in a tailored three-piece suit, and the appropriate cut complemented his slender and tall figure. With chestnut-colored shoulder-length hair flowing behind him, he had an elegant and noble temperament, resembling a prince from a fairy tale.

His gaze turned towards Kelvin, his lips curling into a smile as he spoke gently, "Kelvin, I came to see you on this fine weekend. I hope I'm not interrupting your work."

Kelvin raised an eyebrow calmly and chose the seat opposite him. He replied with an indifferent tone, "Not at all. What brings you here? It's your first time visiting my company."

Sam sipped his tea gracefully, his actions elegant. "I heard that you're planning to expand your company's business to Onistead. I'm curious about your reasons."

His gaze also turned towards Kelvin, his deep eyes shining with a hint of mystery.

"There's nothing special about it. Onistead is the wealthiest city with a developed economy and cultural level. The permanent population has exceeded a million, providing an extremely broad market." This answer didn't convince Sam.

Official in Onistead had invited Kelvin to establish a branch in Onistead several years ago.

But he had refused.

Now, he wanted to return to Onistead and even spent a whopping 8. 8 billion to acquire 100, 000 square meters of land, causing quite a stir in the media. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

One of the reasons Sam came to find him was because the luxurious residence near that piece of land belonged to him.

He had also wanted to secure that piece of land, but Kelvin beat him to it.

After explaining his intentions, Sam proposed that he wanted to purchase the property rights for the land for 9 billion, allowing Kelvin to make an easy profit of 200 million. This deal couldn't possibly be a loss.

However, Kelvin refused. "Sam, we have been friends for many years, so technically I should agree to your request. But I have other plans for that piece of land. It's important to me, I'm sorry." "What plans?" Thirsteen inquired.

Kelvin curved his long and articulated finger, rhythmically tapping on the table, building up suspense.

"I can't say right now. You'll know in the future."

The deal fell through, but they remained friends. Sam suggested playing a round of chess.

Sam looked at the bags Chris was carrying, noticing they were women's clothing.

Suddenly, it seemed like a realization hit him. He teasingly patted Kelvin's shoulder and said, "So that's why you were distracted when I talked to you earlier. You have a hidden treasure, huh?"

"I wonder which enchanting lady has such allure that even you couldn't resist..."

Kelvin took the two bags from Chris, revealing a vulnerable side he rarely showed in front of Sam. He hurriedly urged him to leave. "Now that you know, why don't you go? Let's play chess next time and truly enjoy it."

"Alright, I'll leave first, so I won't disturb your love search."

When Sam turned and left, a frostiness engulfed his handsome face, while a hint of mischief lingered in his eyes, making him almost unrecognizable compared to moments ago.

In the CEO's office.

Cheyenne sat bored on the couch and walked towards the door, attempting to pull the handle.

It was locked.

Damn Kelvin, she wasn't a prisoner. Why did he lock her in his office?

Pouting, she returned to the couch, but her gaze was soon drawn to a photo on the coffee table.

The man in the photo wore a suit, a tie, with a youthful and handsome face, holding a glistening golden trophy, his lips forming a faint smile.

It seemed to be Kelvin during his high school years, when he represented the school and won the first place gold medal in the national math competition. He was only sixteen that year.

Unable to resist, Cheyenne looked at it a little longer before hastily placing the frame back on the table.

Just then, a crisp clicking sound reached her ears.

He was back.

A sudden panic swept over her, as if she had been caught doing something guilty.

She instinctively turned her head, but the frame slipped from her hand and fell onto the floor.

Click.

The two sounds overlapped, making it hard to tell if it was the sound of the door opening or the frame shattering.

Startled, Cheyenne hurriedly looked back and crouched down to pick up the frame.

Her fair fingertips accidentally pricked by the glass fragments, a drop of blood emerged.

"Don't pick it up. Be careful with your hand," Kelvin said as he noticed her injured hand, his heart aching. He swiftly walked over and held her finger in his mouth.

"Mmm."

Feeling his tongue gently licking her finger, an electric current surged through her entire body.

A tingling sensation.

Blushing, Cheyenne wanted to pull her hand away, but he coldly stopped her.

"Don't move, saliva can disinfect it."

As a doctor, she wanted to tell him clearly that it doesn't!

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