She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 390: Welca New Member An old, stern voice sounded from behind the two.

Both of them turned their heads to look and saw old Mr. Foley, supported by Joe, slowly ascending from the first- floor hallway with his cane.

His sharp gaze fixed on Emelia as he reached out and snatched the soup from her hands, drinking it all in one go.

"Grandfather..." She stared at her empty hands in disbelief, about to say something, but actually, the soup... well, it wasn't that good.

Old Mr. Foley immediately regretted his impulsive actions. What kind of strange taste was that soup? Spicy and sweet... But to avoid losing face in front of his granddaughter and to maintain his composure as an elder, he gripped his cane tightly and coughed.

"Kelvin and Cheyenne have finally reunited. Don't bother them. Maybe our family will soon welca new member, you know?" As he spoke, his eyes curved into a smile, as if he could envision his chubby great-grandchild, radiating a brilliant and suffocating smile.

Emelia pouted in dissatisfaction and spoke ill of Cheyenne.

"Grandfather, how could my big brother reconcile with his ex-wife again? Even if it's not Miss Berry, there are many other eligible daughters of noble families, why must it be Cheyenne?" "Emelia, there are things you don't understand. Alright, you should go back now and not disturb your big brother and sister-in-law from conceiving their baby." With a furrowed brow, the old man spoke and then handed her back the empty bowl, showing obvious disdain. "Don't bother making such a terrible soup in the future. It's a waste of ingredients and harmful to people's health." As he finished speaking, he turned and walked away. Emelia, with a flushed face of anger, remained in place. Did her soup really taste that... awful? Having experienced a setback, she naturally had no reason to linger here anymore. She stomped her foot in frustration and turned to leave, carrying the empty bowl.

At the end of the second-floor corridor, dim lights spilled down, enveloping the man's figure, creating an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere. The faint glow from the cigarette butt in his hand emitted a subtle red light. Seeing the arrival of Emelia, the man spoke softly. "How did it go? Did you see anyone?" Disappointedly, Emelia shook her head and sighed dejectedly. "Grandfather appeared just in tand stopped me, preventingfrom disturbing them." Then, she raised her fair face and looked at the person in the darkness, puzzled. "Vincent, why did you askto check if Kelvin is injured? He was just on a business trip. What could have happened to him!" Besides, when did Vincent start showing such concern for Kelvin's safety? In the darkness, a hint of doubt appeared on Vincent's face. He had inquired about it with the company.

Kelvin was indeed on a business trip, but it was for a small project worth a few million.

The big boss like him didn't have to be involved at all. So it was puzzling why Kelvin would spend three days on it. And to top it off, he was staying with Cheyenne... This made Vincent skeptical and made him consider sending Emelia to investigate further. If it didn't work this time, he would have to find another opportunity.

In Kelvin's room, the crisp sound of metal collision echoed as the bullet was finally extracted.

Cheyenne casually tossed it aside onto a nearby plate. The deep red, almost purple, blood clot clung to the bullet casing, accompanied by a small piece of decaying flesh, forming a blurry mass. Cheyenne then noticed an additional hole on Kelvin's arm. She had squeezed out the putrid flesh from his arm, cleaned up the pus and blood, and reapplied the medication.

The wound on his back was minor, just superficial scratches from shattered glass.

Last night, a crimson light had streamed in through the transparent French windows, casting a warm and cozy ambiance in the room.

Suddenly, Cheyenne lifted her head, her gaze falling upon the two white dolls hanging on the window, swaying in the evening breeze. The copper bells emitted a pleasant and melodic tinkling sound. The innocent and jolly expression on the dolls' faces inexplicably brought a moment of relaxation to her soul, healing her with its simple smile.

Never could she have imagined that Kelvin would hang such a cute and almost childish thing in his room.

As she looked at his peaceful sleeping face again, Cheyenne couldn't help but space out.

The soft, black satin pillowcase contrasted against his somewhat fair complexion. His thin profile, deep-set eyes that were tightly closed under thick, curled lashes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pale lips. In this state, he appeared tranquil, fragile, and surprisingly pitiful.

After knowing him for eight years, it was the first tCheyenne realized that the seemingly invulnerable Kelvin was nothing more than an ordinary person. He could also get hurt, could also bleed...

Her mind was briefly filled with a strange thought before being interrupted by a knocking sound at the door Cheyenne cautiously strode E forward, audibly slow, and glanced through the peephole on the door. Standing outside was Vincent. What was he doing here?

Frowning, Cheyenne briskly ruffled her own hair, casually unfastened two buttons on her dress, bit her lip, and stole a glance at herself in the mirror: Her lips were rosy, her teeth white, and her eyes bright and beautiful. She exuded a bewitching charm, akin to a seductive vixen who had attained perfection. Opening the door with sleepy eyes, she "dazedly” scanned the area outside before finally fixing her gaze on the man before her.

Cheyenne arched her eyebrows slightly, curiously gazing at Vincent. She offered a delicate smile.

"Do you need something, Master Vincent?" she asked in a husky and languid voice, tinged with a hint of weariness.

Vincent's gaze immediately landed on the milky skin peeking out from her partially exposed chest, igniting a tantalizing sensation within him.

He glanced inside the room and noticed a slight bulge beneath the covers. The dark fabric melded with his short hair, making it impossible to see his face. But there was no doubt it was Kelvin.

Cheyenne's mind recalled Mr. Owen's words echoing in her ear. Unnoticed by Vincent, she discreetly observed Vincent, a hidden current flickering in her almond eyes.

As expected, she discovered an identical string of rosewood beads on Vincent's wrist, leaving he m stunned within her. According to her knowledge, the branch of the Foley family had left from Akloit over a decade ago. How old was Vincent when he left? Fifteen or sixteen? That indicated he must have had contact with the TWILIGHT and even becone of them before returning to the Foley family. Judging by this string of rosewood beads, his status must be considerably high.