Chapter 145: This Is What Normal People Do


    Chapter 145: This Is What Normal People Do


    Cheyenne tapped his head with her hand. "Stop thinking about food all day and do something


    productive for me."


    Reece shrugged and threw the banana peel into the trash can before leaning in. "What do you


    need?"


    "You know a lot of people in the entertainment industry, right? Look at this bead. I found it at the


    ce where Eddie had an incident."


    Cheyenne handed him the bead.


    "This is just an ordinary bead," Reece said as he examined it closely and even sniffed it. "Wait,


    there''s a faint scent on it."


    It smelled like natural vegetation mixed with a woman''s subtle perfume.


    He was familiar with that fragrance but couldn''t remember where he had smelled it before.


    "I must have smelled this before; yes, definitely, but I can''t recall when."


    Cheyenne was getting impatient listening to him mutter to himself. "Then think harder or find out


    where this came from."


    Her words gave Reece an idea as he stood up abruptly and headed towards the door.


    "You''re right! I''ll go ask around at various jewelry stores now," he said confidently.


    However, Cheyenne stopped him suddenly by calling out to him. "Hey... wait!"


    "What''s wrong?" Reece turned around as she pointed at his clothes while looking disgustedly at


    him. "Look at your dark circles and scary makeup... You''ll be mistaken for a monster!"


    Reece was speechless as he quickly nced down at himself.


    "You''re right; my handsome face is well-known in showbiz; I can''t ruin that image like this! Let me


    change first, then go inquire about this matter... Don''t worry too much!"


    "I''m not worried. Take a rest first. I''m afraid if you drop dead, your billion-dor estate will all be


    mine."


    As soon as Cheyenne finished speaking, Reece turned and smiled, the white makeup on his face


    eerily intact. If it weren''t broad daylight, Cheyenne might have been genuinely frightened by him.


    He replied reassuringly while turning back to smile mischievously revealing his white makeup which


    looked eerie enough to scare anyone if not for daylight conditions...


    "I knew you were harsh on the outside but soft inside; you care about me so much yet say such


    things! You''re so naughty." He dragged out his words yfully making Cheyenne shudder


    involuntarily.


    "Ha-ha! You are such a flirt!"


    "Thank you for thepliment."


    "Now get lost!"


    Staying here was really too much to bear!


    Poor little Reece, who was once again rejected by his friend, left with a heavy heart, not forgetting


    to snatch the unopened bag of meat floss bread from her table on the way out.


    Cheyenne: "That''s... my lunch."


    Is this something a normal person would do?


    ...


    At the Foley mansion, the magnificent Swarovski crystal chandelier emitted bright and dazzling


    light, casting shattered spots of light on the ck and white floor.


    On the sofa, old Mr. Foley wore a ck casual shirt over a loose-fitting suit of the same color. He


    looked solemnly at his newspaper.


    "Who on earth did Cheyenne offend? The other party went so far as to take such ruthless actions.


    The Lawrence family doesn''t seem to care about her at all," remarked old Mr. Foley in concern.


    "Dad, don''t worry about it. The police will handle this matter."


    Corey sat on another end of the sofa while a servant respectfully brought him a cup of coffee.


    As soon as he finished speaking, old Mr. Foley red at him and said, "The police? Those guys


    only show up after everything has happened. They can''t guarantee Cheyenne''s safety at all." Why


    not let Cheyennee live with us? We can keep an eye on her and ensure she''s safe."


    Corey had just picked up his coffee cup to take a sip when he was almost scared into spitting it out


    by his father''s words.


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    "Dad, forget it. She has divorced Kelvin; if this gets out, there will be rumors flying around again,"


    said Corey hesitantly.


    More importantly, Cheyenne had offended some big shots; if Dad openly invited her to stay in their


    mansion, then they might also be implicated in trouble. They didn''t have to get involved in this


    mess.


    Old Mr. Foley knew exactly what his son was thinking - he didn''t want Cheyenne causing any


    trouble for them - but he couldn''t help but explode, "You''re not worthy of being my son! What a


    coward you are!"


    A hint of embarrassment appeared on Corey''s handsome face as he put down his coffee cup


    uneasily. "Dad, aren''t you criticizing yourself now?"


    "Alright I don''t want to argue with you anymore; your younger brother''s family is arriving at noon


    today, so go pick them up." As for letting Cheyenne stay in their mansion, he would discuss it further


    with Kelvinter tonight.


    "Yes, Dad, I''ll leave right away!"


    Afraid of being scolded by his father again if he stayed, Corey put down his coffee cup and stood


    up. He grabbed his suit jacket from the bed and walked towards the door.


    At the entrance, the driver had opened the car door and waited for a long time.


    "Let''s go to the airport."


    When Kelvin returned home, he was surprised to find that the atmosphere seemed different and


    much livelier than before.


    As soon as he approached the house, he could hear waves of cryinging from inside. The noisy


    sound irritated him, causing his eyebrows to furrow and his pulse to slightly quicken.


    "Dad, after so many years of not seeing you, you still look the same. But I am a bad son and worry


    you so much."


    Old Mr. Foley was sitting on the sofa. Although he hadn''t said anything, his wet eyes gave away his


    emotions.


    "I''m surprised you came back. I thought you were living afortable life abroad. Why did you


    return? Weren''t you the one who said even if we begged you, you wouldn''te back?"


    The man knelt in front of the old man, wearing a dark brown short-sleeved shirt with a ck shirt


    jacket, ck jeans and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes.


    His temple hair had been silver.


    The face that bore a resemnce to his father''s features appeared more aged and weathered, with


    rough and darkened skin from being exposed to the sun. It presented an image of an ordinary


    laborer.


    "Dad, I was wrong. When I was young, I didn''t know any better and my words hurt you."


    "You brat, am I the kind of stingy person?" Old Mr. Foley was so angry that he lifted his cane and


    struck him hard on the back with a loud thud.


    This seemed like a powerful hit, but in fact the old man did not hit any bones or vital points.


    He wasn''t angry at Franklin for leaving home after making those harsh remarks; what infuriated him


    more was that Franklin had clearly not been doing well abroad but still refused to return home.


    "Grandpa, my dad has been missing you all these years too. Look, these are the letters he secretly


    wrote every year on your birthday. He wrote so many of them but never dared to send them."


    The young man speaking appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had dyed


    his hair a golden blonde and was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt paired with ck suit pants.


    He sat with his back facing Kelvin.


    Is this his cousin Vincent Foley?


    Kelvin calmly assessed the family of three, and walked in with an expressionless face.