She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388: You've Got to Be Kidding Me

Not long after, a black Volkswagen slowly approached from the end of the alley. It was so ordinary that Cheyenne wouldn't have noticed it if the car hadn't stopped right in front of them.

After all, there were so many cars like this that cost only a few hundred thousand dollars...

The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

The man smiled and greeted them, "Mr. Foley, Miss Lawrence..."

The one driving the car was his assistant, Chris.

Cheyenne couldn't help but wonder. She hadn't seen Kelvin make a phone call just now, so how did he notify Chris?

While she hesitated about whether to get into the car, Kelvin had already taken the initiative to open the car door and stepped forward with his long legs, ready to get in.

Taking a couple of steps away, he noticed Cheyenne hesitating and reminded her, "Get in the car. It's not safe to linger here."

The old man waved his hand in agreement, "Master Kelvin is right. You should leave quickly. It's crowded and not safe here, young lady, remember to send me the clothes."

"Don't worry." She had no other choice since her phone had run out of battery... She couldn't contact Iker right now either.

Well then, she would go to the Foley mansion first.

Kelvin himself was in such a state, so he wouldn't dare to do anything to her!

The two of them sat together in the back seat, and the car drove steadily ahead. Chris placed both hands on the steering wheel and occasionally glanced back at the situation inside the car.

He was quite puzzled.

How did the President end up with Miss Lawrence?

The car was quiet, and because of the pain, Kelvin leaned against the seat and fell asleep.

His incredibly handsome face was covered in sweat, and his complexion was pale and somewhat purplish. He looked very uncomfortable.

Cheyenne wasn't in a much better condition either. Her feet were scratched from broken glass, and she had walked all the way in Kelvin's shoes. The heels of her feet were also blistered.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

It was damn painful!

They hadn't spoken the entire time. When the car reached the intersection in the city center, the direction of the Lawrence Villa was on the left. Cheyenne looked at the familiar intersection and calculated that she could hold on for about ten more minutes.

So she suddenly spoke up and instructed Chris, "Mr. Richards, could you please pull over at the the intersection up ahead?"

'Huh? Miss Lawrence... aren't you going home with Mr. Foley?'

As Chris was torn between stopping the car or continuing to drive, Kelvin, who had been resting his eyes, suddenly woke up. His voice was hoarse and weak as he gave his command.

"Keep driving."

"Yes, sir."

Cheyenne watched helplessly as the car became more and more distant from her home.

Frustrated, she couldn't help but turn around and glare at Kelvin.

"Kelvin, what are you doing?"

The man completely ignored her question and continued resting his head on the cushion. He softly said, "Cheyenne, I'm tired. Please be quiet for a while..."

As his words fell, he fell into a light slumber once again, his thin lips pursed and motionless.

He appeared fragile, like a delicate porcelain doll, with a touch of inexplicable pity.

Cheyenne wanted to get angry, but her heart softened when she saw the blood soaking through his shoulder.

'Forget it, I'll talk to him when he wakes up. Besides, there are a few things I want to ask him.'

Silence descended upon the car once again.