In front of all those media cameras, Vincent couldn’t possibly stage a power struggle with him right now.
Moreover, Kelvin had just praised him so much. If he didn’t give up the position of CEO at this moment, tomorrow’s newspapers would probably be filled with insults calling him a heartless bastard.
Well then!
Well done, Kelvin. He was as cunning and scheming as ever.
Why didn’t Kelvin just die in that explosion?
Those people were really a bunch of useless idiots. They made such a big fuss but couldn’t even kill Kelvin.
As soon as Kelvin saw the defeated look on his face, a sense of satisfaction surged in his heart, but he maintained a facade of brotherly affection as he patted Vincent on the shoulder.
“Vincent, you’ve worked hard during this period. I appreciate the effort you put into protecting this company for me.”
Kelvin emphasized the words “effort” and “dedication” heavily, his voice deep and filled with a daunting power.
A mocking smile was evident on the corners of his lips, but unfortunately, he had his back to the cameras, and they couldn’t capture it.
Vincent, on the other hand, saw it clearly, and his fists clenched, veins appearing on the back of his hands.
“Kelvin, you flatter me! It’s not hard at all. This is what I should do.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Kelvin elegantly took his seat as the CEO, crossed his legs, placed one hand on the desk, and rhythmically tapped his fingers on the tabletop.
He continued, “Now that I’m back, where did your meeting reach? Let’s continue!”
The people below paused for a second before quickly refocusing on the meeting at hand.
Seeing that the meeting was about to begin, the reporters saw no reason to linger and happily picked up their camera equipment and left.
The scene of the two of them shaking hands and reconciling was captured and became the headline news of the day.
In less than half a day, the news of “Kelvin, the former CEO of the Foley Group, has returned” spread to every corner of Akloit.
Magazine companies rushed to report on this extraordinary event, and various news headlines flooded social media platforms.
Akloit Daily: “The Return of a King: Former Business Elite Kelvin – A Dominant Comeback”
Wind Magazine: “Kelvin’s Mysterious Return, Can the Foley Group Handle the Resurrection?”
Dawn Daily: “A Tale of Brotherhood in a Noble Family, Let Us Witness a Different Kelvin”
Xidan Review: “Kelvin Returns, the Foley Group Regains Its Leader, Foley Group Stocks Estimated to Rise by 5% Tomorrow”
Melon Entertainment: “Master Vincent Faces a Dilemma, Kelvin Talks About His Ex-Wife Cheyenne, Revealing His True Feelings”
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Crystal Bay, the Foley mansion.
By the time Old Mr. Foley saw the news, it was already evening. He trembled with excitement as he held the newspaper, his cloudy old eyes almost touching the paper.
He urged the butler beside him to quickly fetch his reading glasses, saying, “Joe, hurry, my glasses.”
Joe also saw the headline and became so excited that his eyes turned red. Regardless of proper etiquette, he took quick steps toward the upstairs room.
Has the young master really returned?
Joe came back. He handed his reading glasses to Old Mr. Foley and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Sir, I think this is true. Should I call Mr. Richards now to confirm?”
His proposal was very good, and old Mr. Foley didn’t have the mood to answer his questions anymore. He was eager to know what the newspaper said, so he waved his hand casually, urging him to go quickly.
“Go, go, go, hurry up and call Chris, that kid,” he said.
“Okay, I’ll go right now.”
Joe dashed off, leaving only old Mr. Foley sitting alone on the luxurious sofa in the hall, holding the newspaper in his hands, with wrinkles resembling tree bark.
At this moment, he couldn’t stop trembling, revealing his inner emotions. Suddenly, his eye sockets turned red, and even the tip of his nose turned red, unable to prevent a drop of tears from falling onto the newspaper.
He, Kelvin, really had come back!
He had said that the heavens wouldn’t be so cruel as to take away his precious grandson’s life; this child had lived a lonely and miserable life from a young age, and had reached the age of twenty-seven without a wife or children, and if he were to die, there would be no continuation of the bloodline.
Fortunately, the heavens eventually showed mercy and took pity on the child.
As long as he was alive, that was good enough, coming back was good enough, he didn’t ask for anything more.
When Kelvin returned, and saw his grandfather secretly wiping away tears, he couldn’t help but feel a complex emotion in his heart.
The sound of his polished leather shoes treading lightly on the black and white tiled floor echoed softly as he walked up to his grandfather.
His tall figure suddenly knelt down, his Adam’s apple rolled, and a deep sense of respect resonated in his heavy voice, “Grandfather.”
Was he hallucinating?
It seemed… it seemed like he heard Kelvin’s voice?
Old Mr. Foley incredulously lifted his head. His reading glasses hung halfway down his nose, and tears fell onto the lenses, obstructing his vision.
But, he could still vaguely see the familiar figure before him, this nose, these eyebrows and eyes, this face, who else could it be if not his grandson Kelvin?
“Kelvin?”
“I’m back.”
In that instant, Kelvin suddenly realized that his grandfather seemed much older than before.
His hair had turned even whiter, his back had become more hunched, and the wrinkles on his face had deepened… like the bark of a eucalyptus tree, yellow and thin.
He looked much more haggard, lacking the vigor and vitality he had in the past.
The thought that he had caused his grandfather to become like this made Kelvin even more remorseful.
Old Mr. Foley still couldn’t quite believe that the person in front of him was truly the alive Kelvin, afraid that he might be dreaming again, he tremblingly reached out his rough hand and touched the man’s slender face.
The palm was warm, he was truly alive!
“You rascal, since you’re alive, why didn’t you come back?” Old Mr. Foley was overjoyed but also angry, sighing.
When his gaze fell on the silver-white mask on Kelvin’s face, a groundbreaking assumption emerged in his mind.
“Your face?”
Kelvin nodded in his trembling gaze, gently caressing his own cheek with his large hand, his eyes downcast.
He pretended not to care, calmly reporting to his grandfather, “Yes, it’s ruined.”
“Ah-” Old Mr. Foley’s gaze was sad as he looked at him, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and muttered, “You always liked to keep a straight face, and now, you’re even more frightening.”
“In this state, how can you make Cheyenne come around?”