She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 494: He Is Worried About Cheyenne

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?

Old Mr. Foley panicked; just this morning he saw Cheyenne...he quickly grabbed hold of a passing nurse and asked, "Hello, I would like to ask where Miss Cheyenne Lawrence in this hospital room went. Do you know?"

The young nurse was initially annoyed, but upon seeing Kelvin's handsome face, a blush crept up her cheeks and her voice softened.

In a gentle tone, she replied, "Miss Lawrence's boyfriend just helped her with the discharge procedures. He said there was an emergency at home and they had to leave." "Boyfriend?"

Old Mr. Foley's face froze as he wondered if it was Mr. Lara or Master Iker who took Cheyenne away.

Kelvin's expression didn't fare any better as his large hand clenched into a fist beneath his hospital gown.

Since when did Cheyenne have a boyfriend? But Kelvin didn't miss the other important piece of information the nurse mentioned.

"There was an emergency at home!"

What kind of emergency? Despite feeling uneasy about Cheyenne leaving without considering her health condition, Kelvin immediately got up and headed towards the hallway leading to the lobby. Old Mr. Foley stomped his cane in frustration behind him and yelled out: "Where are you going?"

"To be discharged and back to Akloit."

"How can that be? You just woke up from your coma; it's not good for you to leave yet."

Mr. Foley tried persuading Kelvin, while hurrying after Kelvin but he knew how stubborn Kelvin could be once he made up his mind about something.

Kelvin insisted on being discharged and forcefully completed all necessary procedures before boarding a private plane back to Akloit with old Mr. Foley sitting beside him.

Kelvin gazed calmly outside the window at the clouds that seemed within reach like some sort of dreamland fantasy world.

He remembered how much Cheyenne loved cotton candy; she always said eating it felt like having clouds in her mouth.

Cheyenne's idea of happiness was simple. All she needed was one stick of cotton candy.

But back then, he thought she had strange tastes so never bothered getting it for her.

Two hours later, their plane landed in Akloit with Kelvin still wearing his hospital gown as they headed straight for Cheyenne's villa instead of returning to the Foley mansion for fresh clothes. Outside the villa, reporters swarmed around, making it impossible to move. When the private jet landed, it brought with it a powerful whirlwind that caused a commotion. Everyone turned to look.

Two figures slowly walked down from the luxurious private jet - one in blue and one in black.

Kelvin was standing at the front, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. His hair, which hadn't been cut for over two weeks, hung down to his shoulders.

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"Who is he?"

"I have no idea."

"He looks familiar..."

"Even though he's wearing a hospital gown, he still looks cool. His aura is stronger than any celebrity or model on the red carpet."

"Look behind him... isn't that Mr. Foley from the Foley family?"

"Could it be that this wild man is Kelvin?"

As soon as they came to this conclusion, all of the reporters erupted into excitement.

Their mouths were wide open with surprise - could this really be Mr. Foley? After all, Kelvin was known as Akloit's wealthy man; handsome with an icy demeanor who got things done quickly and efficiently, every young lady's dream husband-to-be!

But now they saw him looking so disheveled after surviving half a month in wilderness... many average-looking male reporters felt comforted by this realization: Mr. Foley was just an ordinary man who happened to have more money than them!

Kelvin's aura was too strong; when he walked through the crowd of reporters, they made way for him without thinking about their purpose there anymore.

Kelvin and old Mr. Foley entered the villa's door. Both of them had serious expressions on their faces while simultaneously taking deep breaths at what lay before them.

The luxurious private villa had been smashed up beyond recognition; there were several bloody handprints left on its walls.

A large crystal chandelier had fallen from above crushing a black-robed man underneath whose blood stained the carpet dark red.

Cheyenne stood alone amidst all of this destruction dressed only in her long white dress - her fragile figure breaking Kelvin's heart into pieces once again...

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