She Became Rich After Divorce

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 place 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." Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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 glanced 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-dollar 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 playfully making Cheyenne shudder involuntarily.

"Ha-ha! You are such a flirt!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"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 black and white floor.

On the sofa, old Mr. Foley wore a black 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 glared 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 Cheyenne come 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.

"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 Kelvin later 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 crying coming 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 a comfortable life abroad. Why did you return? Weren't you the one who said even if we begged you, you wouldn't come back?"

The man knelt in front of the old man, wearing a dark brown short-sleeved shirt with a black shirt jacket, black jeans and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes.

His temple hair had been silver.

The face that bore a resemblance 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 black 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.