Chapter 202 The Foley Family Dinner


    Chapter 202 The Foley Family Dinner


    The car was dark, and the ride was unusually quiet. The man wore a ck suit that blended into the


    darkness like a fierce beast lurking in the shadows. He exuded an intimidating aura that could kill


    with ease.


    His deep, dark eyes heldplex emotions that were hard to decipher. After a while, Chris heard


    his boss let out a sigh - something he had never done before.


    No matter how tired Kelvin was, he always managed to keep hisposure and not show any


    signs of weakness in front of others.


    "Mr. Foley, what''s wrong?" Chris asked curiously.


    He received a cold re from the man in response and quickly shut up. Some things were better


    left unsaid.


    Soon enough, they arrived at the Foley Mansion. As Chris hit the brakes, both passengers in the


    back leaned forward due to inertia.


    "Careful," Kelvin warned as he reached out to grab her shoulder before she hit her head on the seat


    cushion.


    But his hand was swatted away by hers mid-air. "Don''t touch me."


    She had woken up from her slumber. Disgust and aloofness crept onto her face again. No trace of


    soft love was found...


    Kelvin merely furrowed his brow, not saying a word.


    As they got out of the car, a brightly lit building appeared before them, as bright as day. In this sea


    of white light, Cheyenne spotted a few familiar figures.


    Old Mr. Foley, dressed in a ck suit, hadbed his hair and appeared much more spirited. He


    wore a shiny pair of leather shoes and leaned on a cane, standing at the entrance with a benevolent


    smile.


    Standing beside him were two middle-aged men. The one on the left wore a silver-gray suit with a


    deep blue pinstripe shirt underneath. His temples showed a touch of gray, making him look slightly


    older than the man on the right.


    Corey, on the other hand, sported a blue suit. With his fairplexion and gold-rimmed sses


    perched on his nose, he exuded an elegant and refined aura. Despite reaching middle age, he still


    had the handsome and suave appearance of a mature gentleman.


    It was no wonder Kelvin was so handsome; he clearly inherited his good looks from Corey. Then


    there was Gracie, whom Cheyenne had never seen before, but she had heard that she was one of


    the most stunning women in her younger days.


    Franklin was apanied by a young couple. The young man wore a ck suit, just like Kelvin,


    but while ck projected dominance and arrogance on Kelvin, on this young man, it radiated


    elegance and style.


    The man looked to be around 25 or 26 years old, appearing much younger than Kelvin, with a


    simr appearance.


    Beside him was a woman wearing a long red evening gown. Her skin wasn''t particrly fair, but the


    red color made her look even darker. Her hair was pinned up behind her head and she wore an


    expensive diamond ne in the shape of a clover - Chanel''s ssic style that was worth quite a


    bit.


    Who is she? Cheyenne had never seen her before.


    The woman intimately linked arms with old Mr. Foley and stood obediently by his side, looking very


    pampered.


    Meanwhile, Abbie wore a white dress that had been changed into a strapless cocktail dress and


    stood in the corner wearing silver high heels as if she had been excluded from everyone else;


    looking like she felt wronged.


    "Let''s go," Kelvin said coldly.


    He opened the car door and reached out his hand to Cheyenne but she ignored itpletely. She


    picked up her handbag instead and stepped out of the car.


    Her ck high heels contrasted against her fair foot back as she emerged from inside; revealing an


    exquisite face that looked like it came straight out of a painting - so beautiful that it almost didn''t


    seem real.


    A ck professional suit entuated all of her body advantages. Even dressed so casually,


    Cheyenne still stood out.


    However, as she looked around at everyone else who were all dressed in fancy dresses or suits for


    this asion, Cheyenne feel more like someone here on business.


    "Mr. Foley, did Ie to the wrong ce?"


    Kelvin naturally asked Chris to find this professional outfit for Cheyenne because she was too eye-


    catching; even when wearing something casual could make people take notice let alone anything


    else.


    Tonight''s asion would have many men other than himself attending so he didn''t want Cheyenne


    to continue being in focus anymore than necessary.


    "Nope, it is just family dinner."


    "Oh... a family dinner? Then maybe I shouldn''t havee since we''ve been over. Besides,ing


    empty-handed isn''t proper etiquette either, so please tell Grandpa I need to leave due to some


    urgent matters at hand but will visit him again another day."


    As soon as she turned around readying herself for departure, old Mr. Foley widened his eyes in


    shock while he took two steps forward using his cane.


    Cheyenne had barely taken a step when her wrist was firmly grasped by arge hand. It felt as if an


    iron chain had restricted her movement, and his grip was causing her some difort.


    Kelvin''s gaze was as cold as an icy pond, staring at her. His lips parted and he spoke in a cold


    voice, "Are you afraid?"


    "Ha! What is there in this world that I am afraid of?"


    "Then go inside. Grandpa is waiting for you."


    She hesitated for a second and turned to look at the door where she saw old Mr. Foley walking out


    a few steps with an expectant look on his face.


    "Hmph."


    Cheyenne shrugged off his hand and walked briskly into the Foley Mansion with confident strides.


    Her back was graceful and her pace was fast, making it seem like she was returning to her own


    home - easygoing and rxed - which left Emelia stunned.


    Is this woman Kelvin''s ex-wife Cheyenne? At first sight of her, Emelia felt an innate dislike towards


    this woman whose appearance was too strikingly beautiful.


    As soon as she appeared on the scene, she outshadowed everyone around her.


    Meanwhile, Emelia stood behind old Mr. Foley like a maid without any attention drawn to herself


    despite being the hostess of the house.


    Old Mr. Foley spoke first with his eyes slightly moistened. "Cheyenne, are you angry with me? Is


    that why you only came now?"


    Cheyenne''s heart stirred when facing old Mr. Foley; any resentment inside dissolved away


    automatically upon seeing him again.


    She greeted him warmly while taking hold of his other arm. "Grandpa, what are you talking about?


    How could I be angry with you? It''s just that... I had something to deal with recently."


    "I heard about it too; poor child! You almost got into a car ident that day but you are okay now


    right?"


    "Yes, it''s fine now; doctors said all I need is rest," she smiled brightly at him before adding, "That


    day, Mr. Lara saved me, or else maybe we wouldn''t have seen each other again."


    As soon as she finished speaking those words, Kelvin''s ck leather shoes stopped right in front of


    her face.


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    Cheyenne raised her head and saw Kelvin looking at her with a furious and bewildered expression,


    as if she were aplete stranger.


    Mr. Lara saved her? Old Mr. Foley remembered clearly how Kelvin came backter than usual that


    day... Chris said they met Cheyenne on their way home... How did it be "Mr. Lara" saving


    Cheyenne instead?