The Foley Mansion.
Old Mr. Foley had just finished exercise and returned home, still wearing his white button-up coat, baggy pants, and a pair of ordinary black cloth shoes that looked no different from those worn by the old men who played chess in the park.
No one would have thought that this ordinary-looking old man was once the legendary figure who ruled over the business world.
He walked into the house with sweat all over his face, and Joe stood at the door holding a white towel waiting to respectfully hand it to him as soon as he returned.
Old Mr. Foley took the towel and wiped off his sweat. Ever since he found out about his illness, he exercised every day.
"If only Cheyenne were here. She could spar with me for a few rounds," Old Mr. Foley said wistfully.
Thinking of Cheyenne made him feel sad again. "I was wrong last time; I'm afraid she hates me now."
Joe stood beside him and comforted him softly, "Old Mr. Foley, she won't hate you for long. Miss Lawrence is not an ordinary woman; she has broad-mindedness and deep affection for you."
That day...
Anyone would be angry if they were drugged like that, let alone someone like Miss Lawrence with such strong self-esteem. Three days of torture...
According to servants who brought food overheard her crying from far away - like howling ghosts or wolves.
If it were anyone else, they might not even survive such an ordeal!
Old Mr. Foley thought Joe's words made sense. An idea struck her and he said excitedly, "Joe! Get ready; we'll visit her tonight so I can apologize in person!"
But Joe was stunned for quite some time after hearing this request.
Miss Lawrence had strong self-esteem while old Mr. Foley could be described as stubborn!
He had lived seventy years with iron-blooded toughness but never apologized to anyone before!
Even when Kelvin almost lost half his life due to being trained by old Mr. Foley, all he got was a gun as compensation!
It seemed that Miss Lawrence really held a special place in old Mr. Foley's heart...
After exercising earlier today, old Mr. Foley changed into a bathrobe upstairs in his bedroom when suddenly there came urgent footsteps outside.
He couldn't help but furrow his brows because the Foley family rule forbade running around since they aimed at cultivating calmness among their children.
Who dared break this rule?
He curiously opened the door and saw that his grandson, who should have been at work, had actually come home. This was rare.
"Why did you come back? Did you forget some files?" he asked.
No, that wasn't it. If he had forgotten something, he would have sent an assistant to retrieve it. Kelvin was a meticulous and reliable person who rarely made mistakes like that.
Kelvin didn't answer his grandfather's question; instead, he gave him a brief glance before walking towards the study with an air of cool indifference as if to say "don't waste my time."
This angered old Mr. Foley who grumbled under his breath: "How dare he not answer me!"
"Kelvin, stop right there! Can't you see your grandfather standing here? It's impolite to leave without saying hello," scolded old Mr. Foley.
At those words, Kelvin turned around, gave a simple "ooh" as a greeting, and disappeared.
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