Chapter 143: She Just Wanted To Interview Mr. Foley


    Chapter 143: She Just Wanted to Interview Mr. Foley


    As Benson reminisced about the past, his lips curved upwards in a smile that could steal anyone''s


    breath. Kate couldn''t help but swallow nervously. How had Cheyenne not told her about this


    stunningly handsome man? It was just in rude.


    Meanwhile, Kelvin''s face looked grim as he left the hospital. Chris felt an icy chill emanating from


    him and started to feel uneasy. Casting a sidelong nce at his boss beside him, he secured his


    seat belt and quietly uttered, "Mrs. Foley seems to have lost a lot of blood. Are you sure she''s


    okay?"


    "Their intentions don''t seem as simple as just wanting money..."


    Kelvin cut him off with a cold stare that made Chris; it was eerie.


    "Don''t mention that woman in front of me again."


    His voicecked any emotion, and he even took out some napkins to wipe away the blood on his


    hands meticulously.


    He stared intently at them as if unable to get them clean enough.


    "Yes."


    After a while, the luxury car pulled up outside the Foley Group building where reporters were


    already waiting for Kelvin. They were being held back by security guards. When they saw Kelvin


    arrive, their mood changed instantly from low and anxious to excited frenzy as they rushed over


    with microphones in hand, crowding around the car until there wasn''t any space left.


    "What should we do? Should we get out?"


    Chris knew that his boss detested paparazzi reporters and their coverage. It was always based on


    unfounded rumors, and they seemed to thrive on making matters worse.


    "No need," Kelvin spoke calmly before opening the door himself and stepping onto the red carpet


    laid out on the ground below. His shiny leather shoes caught everyone''s attention as he stood tall


    and straightened up - exuding an aura of coldness mixed with dominance that kept people at bay


    without even trying!


    Several reporters swarmed in, their microphones almost hitting the man''s face, and their voices


    moring in his ears.


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    Chris quickly waved his hand, asking the security guard at the door to find someone while he


    himself stood like a protective eagle shielding a chick from this group of journalists approaching


    him.


    "Mr. Foley, hello. I am a reporter from Rumorville Report. Can you tell us how Miss Lawrence is


    doing now? This brazen attack doesn''t seem like a simple criminal case."


    "I am the deputy editor-in-chief of StarWatch News. I heard that Miss Lawrence publicly kissed you


    five days ago and now she has an ident that you happened to save her from. Is this just a


    coincidence? Do you have any ns to remarry Miss Lawrence?"


    "Yes, Mr. Foley, please answer our questions."


    "Mr. Foley, please answer."


    ...


    The scene was chaotic as they all asked about Kelvin and Cheyenne''s rtionship, seemingly


    linking it towards "rekindling old mes".


    Kelvin stood tall at a height of 1. 88 meters, making him stand out among the crowd.


    His cold and narrowed deep-set eyes looked calmly at these reporters before him; his lips slightly


    parted as he spoke with an icy voice. "What do you want to know? Or what answers do you want


    me to give? Speak up and I''ll satisfy your curiosity."


    In just one second, the previously tumultuous scene suddenly became cold; even the surrounding


    air dropped several degrees.


    Those reporters who were being stared down by Kelvin shuddered one after another; especially that


    female reporter who had just asked about Kelvin''s rtionship with Cheyenne - she was so scared


    by him that tears streamed down her face.


    "You asked if we were going to remarry or not, right? If I tell you the answer, can you bear the


    consequences? How about I bankrupt StarWatch News?"


    Kelvin Foley - CEO of the Foley Group - had always been known since childhood for having an "icy"


    personality with deep scheming abilities making him a quite terrifying figure in business circles.


    There used to be some real-life talk shows where they would invite some well-known business


    leaders or those recently famous within their industry as guests on each episode.


    When talking about their most fearedpetitors whether it bepanies or individuals, everyone


    would unanimously say one name - Kelvin.


    Although no specific reasons could be given, when he was mentioned, everyone''s admiration mixed


    with fear was crystal clear.


    The female journalist stood frozen in ce.


    She was quite attractive in her white Chanel-style suit jacket and light purple chiffon floral dress.


    Those who had worked with her before all said that she had beautiful eyes, and when she cried, it


    was enough to break your heart and make you feel sorry for her.


    However, when Kelvin saw the woman''s tears, he felt disgust and insincerity deep down in his


    heart. He never told anyone that he actually hated tears!


    This was because his experiences from childhood taught him that tears were only a sign of


    weakness. Every time he saw someone crying in front of him, Kelvin would have an absurd thought


    pop into his head. He even found it somewhat exciting.


    The fear, despair, and sadness expressed by those who cried made him feel very interested.


    But the situation before him now was really disappointing because this woman wasn''t really crying;


    Kelvin couldn''t see any fear or distress in her eyes at all.


    "Boring! Chris, acquire StarWatch News within a week," he said coldly as he looked straight ahead


    without ncing back at anyone else. Then he strode away.


    Chris walked up to the woman with a hint of sarcasm on his face and gently took her hand while


    quickly pulling out an exquisitely crafted metal pen from the pocket of his suit jacket. He lowered his


    head slightly and used his mouth to remove the cap from the pen before quickly writing down his


    name and phone number on the palm of her hand.


    As Chris wrote on her palm with varying degrees of pressure that gave off tingling sensations


    throughout her hand, the female journalist looked bewildered as she watched Chris'' expression


    change from mockery to sympathy.


    "Tell your boss to call this number within three days so we can discuss acquisition details," Chris


    said.


    "What?" Acquisition?


    She had onlye here for an interview; how did things suddenly turn into this?


    Chris paid no attention to her confusion as he swiftly put away the pen and then caught up with


    Kelvin.