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

black 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 held complex 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 his

composure and not show any signs of weakness in front of others.

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

He received a cold glare 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 black suit, had combed 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 fair complexion

and gold-rimmed glasses 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 accompanied by a young couple. The young man wore a

black suit, just like Kelvin, but while black 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 similar appearance.

Beside him was a woman wearing a long red evening gown. Her skin

wasn't particularly fair, but the red color made her look even darker. Her

hair was pinned up behind her head and she wore an expensive

diamond necklace in the shape of a clover - Chanel's classic 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 it completely. She picked up her handbag instead and stepped

out of the car.

Her black 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 black professional suit accentuated 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 occasion, Cheyenne feel more like

someone here on business.

"Mr. Foley, did I come to the wrong place?"

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 occasion 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 have come since we've

been over. Besides, coming 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 a large hand. It felt as if an iron chain had restricted her movement,

and his grip was causing her some discomfort.

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 relaxed - 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 accident 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 black leather

shoes stopped right in front of her face.

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

and bewildered expression, as if she were a complete stranger.

Mr. Lara saved her? Old Mr. Foley remembered clearly how Kelvin

came back later than usual that day... Chris said they met Cheyenne on

their way home... How did it become "Mr. Lara" saving Cheyenne

instead?