Chapter 285: Kelvin''S Speciality: The Cold Shoulder
Chapter 285: Kelvin''s Speciality: The Cold Shoulder
Above seven adorable kids, there were numbersbeled from 1 to 7.
Old Mr. Foley pointed an arrow at one of the cute kids and wrote some words.
[Number One Kelvin Foley, Special Skill: The Cold Shoulder, Instant face darkening.]
Manyizens were curious about who the other six adorable kids were.
[Sir Reginald Hargreeves is so cute! I''m officially a fan. I''ming for my two million! Time to praise
Cheyenne, PS: It''s genuine praise.]
[Holy cow! I''mughing so hard. Except for Old Mr. Foley himself, who dares to joke about Mr. Foley
like this, haha.]
[Why do I feel like Kelvin doesn''t look like a biological child?]
[Two million! Two million! I''m in! Even if I''m illiterate, I''ll grab a dictionary and join in.]
[Grandpa, I''m your child too. Can you give me a little allowance, please?]
The second wave of online frenzy began. The Chairman of the Foley Group, known for his
cuteness, stood up for Cheyenne, and the news about the two million Twitter giveaway went viral.
And the statement, "My eldest grandson has low IQ," was a p in the face to many tycoons in the
financial world.
For Kelvin to be Akloit''s richest person, his financial acumen was out of their league. He had
built a multinational corporation from just one million in liquid assets.
His portfolio covered electronics, the inte, technology, securities, department stores, hotels, and
even the jewelry industry.
His financial investment skills, where money made more money, made him a leader in the industry.
To say he had low IQ was audacious...
Many other business moguls, who were overshadowed by Kelvin, jokingly imed to have low IQs
too.
Mr. Owen only had time to check his phone during the lunch break and was surprised to find people
online badmouthing his junior. He didn''t hesitate and immediately liked old Mr. Foley''s tweet.
He left ament as well, saying, "Thanks to old Mr. Foley for supporting my junior. A great favor
deserves a great return. You''ll have a lifetime VIP service at my hospital."
Being a VIP at Hopedale Hospital was a privilege that money couldn''t buy. It meant having
unconditional ess to expert consultations, VIP rooms, and premium nursing care whenever you
were ill. However, it wasn''t a gift anyone wanted, given that nobody wants to get sick.
Sir Reginald Hargreeves: "Rolling my eyes. Since you''re Cheyenne''s senior, does that mean you
should call me ''grandpa'' too?"
Mr. Owen: "We were born in the same year!"
Netizens watched with amusement as these two old men engaged in such a childish argument.
Mr. Owen, a medical heavyweight, was usually very low-key and remarkably scandal-free. Many of
his former students were grateful for having such a good teacher, and numerous cured patients
were a testament to his expertise. His office was adorned with numerous awards and des.
The aplished medical expert, known for his outstanding medical skills and ethics, humorously
posted two updates on his Twitter page.
"The previous tweets were all handled by the young folks in the media department. I just logged in
today and realized I had an ount! They''re quite naughty, didn''t even give me VIP ess or
update my profile picture."
The second post was filled with scientific data, documents, and a lengthy thesis and personal
viewpoints spanning over a thousand words. It aimed to refute online ims about Cheyenne using
connections and shortcuts. Mr. Owen used her scientific aplishments and medical awards to
debunk these assertions.
Cheyenne, at just fourteen, had won the second most prestigious award in the medical field, only
second to the Nobel Prize in Biology. At fourteen, she was still in junior high school. Some online
rumors painted her as a misbehaving student who skipped sses, got into fights, and slept all day.
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The award-winning medical achievement left Cheyenne''s junior high school teachers wide-eyed,
wondering why the school hadn''t made any announcements about such a significant achievement.
As for Cheyenne herself, she didn''t utter a word about it, simply enjoying her earnings.
Mr. Owen, in his article''s conclusion, expressed regret, "Bing famous at such a young age is
bound to affect her future development. That''s why we decided to quietly nurture this hidden talent.
Little did we know that in the years toe, this youngdy would be dyed by us old folks."
Layne suddenly came online, liked Mr. Owen''s article, but beneath old Mr. Foley''s Twitter giveaway,
he wrote just two simple words: "Not necessary!"
Old Mr. Foley felt awkward and quickly exined, "I didn''t post this on Kelvin''s behalf; I posted it in
my personal capacity."
Layne retweeted Mr. Owen''s article and followed old Mr. Foley''s Twitter giveaway model, but he
was even more generous. The prize amount was set at five million, with twenty winners, increasing
the chances of winning.
Twitter giveaways became a sensation, with manyizens glued to their screens, unwilling to take
their eyes off the seven million within reach.
Those who had been doubting Cheyenne''s rtionship with Principal Shepard were once again left
red-faced.
The official ount of the Calligraphy and Painting Association issued an announcement. The
Association''s Vice President, Rex, posted several astonishing messages:
[Congrattions to Cheyenne! Her new work, "Competition Painting," has been sessfully
auctioned for thirty million. The funds have been deposited, please check your ount!]
[Congrattions to Cheyenne, her oil painting "Mountain Dwelling" has been collected by the
National Museum. The reward amount is one million, please check your ount.]
[Congrattions to Cheyenne, the Association officially invites you to be a member. Please
reply as soon as possible.]
Unbelievable! She had painted just three pictures that day, in a little over half an hour, and they sold
for a total of thirty-one million. One of them was even collected by the National Museum. With such
remarkable talent, who would think she needed any shortcuts?