She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 136: A Troublemaker Like Her Is Hard to Kill A few minutes ago, at the Vintage Club, Kelvin was discussing contract matters with an old friend when they suddenly heard screams coming from outside the window. He turned to look and saw a pink Lamborghini colliding with a blue sedan, blood splattering everywhere as the man on the ground groaned in pain.

Kelvin recognized the car and license plate - it was Cheyenne! She was being chased by someone! Realizing this, Kelvin's mind went into chaos. Although he was sitting down, his eyes were fixed on the departing luxury car. He tried to convince himself that this had nothing to do with him; if Cheyenne died, it would make the world a better place.

Before he could finish that thought, his friend spoke up, "Kelvin, what are you thinking about? You seem distracted." The young man speaking wore a silver-gray three-piece suit that fit him perfectly and accentuated his slender figure like an evergreen tree. He had chestnut-colored short hair and eyes that shone like gemstone.

He and Kelvin had completely different temperaments. While Kelvin was frosty in demeanor, he exuded an air of tranquility akin to autumn moonlight mixed with gentle warmth. It was undoubtedly pleasant to be around him; this is why they'd been good friends for years "Sam, something urgent has cup for me, so I have to go," said Kelvin as he stood up and grabbed his phone before leaving the private room.

"Okay," replied Sam calmly.

"Master Sam, we'll be leaving now. We'll discuss the collaboration next time. Sorry about this." Chris didn't understand what was going on with Mr. Foley. They were on the verge of finalizing the contract, and now he just decided to leave.

Fortunately, Master Sam was a magnanimous person and a friend of Mr. Foley. If it were someone else, things might have turned ugly on the spot.

Once outside of the private room, Kelvin immediately urged Chris to get the car to start.

"Mr. Foley, what happened? Should we head back to our company or go...?" to Miss Berry's place. Before those last words could leave his lips, Kelvin sat down in the back seat of the car, then gave orders through slightly parted lips, "Bypass this alleyway, take shortcuts, and follow Cheyenne's car." What? Mrs. Foley... How did she end up here? Although filled with doubts inside, Chris obediently followed his boss' orders, driving through the narrow alley with the accelerator pressed to the floor, chasing after Cheyenne.

Sure enough, as they passed by, they saw several blue sedans surrounding Mrs. Foley.

Chris felt the atmosphere in the car was oppressive, with a powerful and cold aura emanating from Mr. Foley.

'Mr. Foley clearly cares about Mrs. Foley, so why does he seem to favor Miss Berry so much and neglect Mrs. Foley?" Chris wondered.

Cheyenne's car had started ahead of them, with a gap of about two hundred meters between the two vehicles. Chris had rushed ahead at the fastest speed, and even raced through the red light, but he was still a step behind.

The sound of the explosion was like a sudden thunder on a clear day, and the huge red mushroom cloud rose slowly before his eyes.

The pink luxury car was hit by four cars and overturned, catching fire.

'Oh no. Did we cone step too late?" Chris couldn't imagine what might have happened to Mrs. Foley. With such a huge fire, how could a delicate girl like her possibly escape from it? "Mr. Foley, we may have arrived late." Chris had just slowed down the car, and the whistling wind in his ears subsided. Kelvin's voice cthrough from behind, slightly trembling but clear.

This was Chris' first tseeing Mr. Foley being so nervous.

"I don't believe it. How could a troublemaker like her die easily!" His deep-set eyes looked out the window, and the light in them dimmed for a moment. Kelvin unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together, lost in thought for a moment.

Cheyenne, she... died? How was this possible! Someone like her, who was only interested in personal gain and afraid of death, how could she die so easily? Just as Kelvin was overwhelmed with an indescribable sadness, he suddenly saw a petite figure lying awkwardly in the green belt on the side of the road.

She was covered in injuries, resembling a little rabbit that had been caught in a hunter's trap, evoking sympathy. The dim deep-set eyes becslightly moist at the moment when he saw that she was still alive, and the curve of his lips lifted without him even realizing it.

Great, she was still alive.

Sure enough, a troublemaker like Cheyenne had a knack for surviving. She wouldn't die so easily. His joy had barely lasted for three seconds when Kelvin suddenly saw two men running towards them from the opposite side of the road. Their goal was Cheyenne! "Chris, hurry up and drive!" "Yes, Mr. Foley." The moment Kelvin pulled Cheyenne into his arms, he lowered his head to look at her battered body and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had finally caught up.

In the hospital, the spacious corridor was empty, with a man leaning against the railing. He had a slender figure and a thin back.

Before him stood several doctors in white coats, their expressions extremely serious