Chapter 160 Perfect Assist

Chapter 160 Perfect Assist

Monkey hesitated for a while, but in the end, he reached out and took

the bag.

His three buddies surrounded Cheyenne in a tight circle behind him,

clearly indicating a robbery, which attracted the attention of many

passersby.

"That girl is really brave; she dares to drive a luxury car in such a place

without bodyguards.”

"That's right. However, from her relaxed expression, she seems to be

as carefree as a tourist. I guess it's because her family is really wealthy

and doesn't care about that little expense.”

"If it were me, why would I rob for money? I'd woo her first. Once a

woman's heart is occupied by me, she will give me money willingly."

“You've got a point there. That's probably why I don't have money.

Turns out, my wife hasn't fallen for me yet! Damn, I need to go back

and give her a good spanking. Who knows, I might even get a BMW

out of her."

The whispers of passersby were not missed by the man's ears.

Less than twenty meters away from this alley, a black luxurious

Lamborghini was parked under the streetlight.

The car window was open.

The dim street lamp cast a yellowish glow on the man's face,

illuminating half of it while the other half remained hidden in darkness.

With his nose as a dividing point, the contrasting textures of cold

hardness and softness accentuated his handsome and stern face,

drawing people deeply into it.

In the driver's seat, Chris had his hands clasped on the steering wheel,

leaning forward slightly with narrowed eyes fixed ahead.

"Mr. Foley, isn't that... Mrs... Miss Lawrence?"

He originally wanted to say "Mrs. Foley", but felt the oppressive cold air

in the car, so he changed it to "Miss Lawrence" at the last minute.

"Um."

At such a close distance, how could Kelvin who had perfect eyesight

not see it?

A deep light flickered in his deep-set eyes, and the long hands folded

on the knees faintly moved and tapped rhythmically.

This was his habitual action when he was thinking.

Chris whispered again, "Mr. Foley, it seems like Mrs. Foley has run into

some trouble.”

Surrounded by four delinquent thugs, Mrs. Foley, such a delicate and

petite woman could not withstand their attack, could she?

If it were an ordinary woman who encountered such a thing, she would

probably have cried already. But Mrs. Foley didn't. She was still smiling

and pretending to be calm.

Under the neon lights, her almond eyes on that small and delicate face

were smiling.

This made her appear more like she was forcing a smile.

Chris felt a dull pain in his heart. “Mrs. Foley was truly pitiable."

“Mr. Foley, should we go and help her?"

Kelvin didn't answer immediately. In fact, he was torn and somewhat

angry. This was not a good place, so what was she doing here? And

why was she intentionally dressed like that, with a short skirt revealing

long, fair legs and red open-toed high-heeled sandals, looking as

alluring as a rose in the dark night? If it weren't for her conspicuous

appearance, how would she have encountered this situation?

"Hmm."

In the end, reason triumphed over anger. No matter what, Kelvin didn't

want to see that annoying woman get into such a situation.

Chris was joyful of Mr. Foley's response and thought, “Mr. Foley is truly

one of those who says one thing but means another. Clearly, he cares

deeply for Mrs. Foley, yet he displays an attitude of indifference as if it

has nothing to do with him.*

Women are fickle. If their waiting receives no response, they would give

their love to another man. Chris was afraid that Mr. Foley would not

realize his own feelings for Mrs. Foley until Mrs. Foley threw herself into

another man's arms. So, as Mr. Foley's assistant and friend, shouldn't

he lend a hand?

The pursuit of an ex-wife could start with a heroic rescue.

Chris opened the car door and suddenly clutched his stomach, howling

in pain.

"Mr. Foley, I'm sorry, I suddenly have a stomachache. I need to use the

restroom. For the rescue mission, it's best if you handle it personally.”

Stomachache?

Kelvin looked at his "performance" with cold eyes, his tightly pursed lips

twitching slightly. How did he manage to get this far with such acting

skills? Fortunately, he hadn't joined the entertainment industry;

otherwise, he would probably have starved on the streets.

“Mr. Foley shouldn't suspect anything, right?* Chris muttered anxiously,

stealing a cautious glance at the man in the back seat, who had a cold

aura.

With cold sweat on his forehead, he immediately got out of the car.

Despite being in an awkward situation, he had to finish this act!

Kelvin got out of the luxury car, stepping carefully towards the dimly lit

area under the yellow streetlights.

Meanwhile, Monkey had just taken Cheyenne's bag and hadn't had a

chance to feel happy when he was suddenly kicked in the knee by the

woman. She was wearing pointed high heels and kicked with all her

strength, causing Monkey to immediately cry out in pain.

"Monkey." The three blonde teenagers were surprised and quickly

surrounded Cheyenne.

"Monkey?" Cheyenne almost burst out laughing, her fair hand stroking

her chin as she looked at the other three.

"You kids are interesting. What an interesting nickname."

Monkey gasped and clutched his knee as he lay on the ground,

sobbing in response, “You... you're not trustworthy. We've agreed itis a

“peace’ robbery.”

How could she attack him suddenly?

Upon hearing this, Reece kicked Monkey's thigh and said coldly, "You

have some nerve robbing my friend Cheyenne. Brat, you're brave."

“I'm fearless! If it wasn't for her good looks, I would've beaten her

already!" Monkey replied angrily while regretting that he had

underestimated his opponent because of her beauty.

"That's right! We're bullies on this street! You're dead meat for daring to

hit us!"

"Attack her! Avenge Monkey!"

The four teenagers picked up wooden sticks from the roadside and

rushed towards Cheyenne.

Seeing that a stick was about to hit Cheyenne, Reece grabbed it with a

cold look in his eyes.

"Do you want to die? If you don't want to die, then get lost!" the teenage

boy spoke so rudely without any manners or respect that Cheyenne

wanted to teach him a good lesson.

She took off her black baseball shirt revealing a black sequin skirt

underneath which made her fair skin even more eye-catching.

On her neck hung a shiny diamond necklace which made Monkey's

heart skip a beat.

This must be worth over three million dollars! She was really rich!

"Reece, take my clothes and let me handle this."

"Okay."