In order to return to her side as soon as possible, as her grandfather had said, Kelvin, who had spent the day exhausted from work in Akloit, intended to rest. Instead, his mind was full of the battles ahead and he made his way to the study, switching on the desk lamp.
The dim yellow light illuminated the man as he worked earnestly, casting a glow upon the unscarred half of his face, its features sharp and clear, handsome as if carved by a god. Occasionally, he would glance at his phone screen, where the girl with her radiant smile brightened his mood like a rainbow.
Despite only getting three hours of sleep, Kelvin’s body clock naturally roused him at 7:30 in the morning. He had a difficult battle ahead, leaving no room for slack.
After a quick wash, Kelvin changed into a well-tailored black suit that wrapped around his tall, robust frame, emphasizing his long limbs and exuding an even more aloof and mysterious air.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, thoughts of the young woman filled Kelvin’s mind once again. She had nonchalantly tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on his cheek with her lips, defiantly declaring, “So what? You are Kelvin, and that’s enough for me.”
Kelvin naturally belonged to Cheyenne; Cheyenne also belonged to Kelvin!
Putting on the nearby mask, the man transformed into a saintly and aloof figure, if not for the slightly out-of-place rubber band peeking from beneath the sleeves of his suit. This was undoubtedly a man of extraordinary taste and exceptional temperament. However, when people noticed the cheap and ordinary hair tie on his wrist, they were taken aback. With his status and identity as the CEO, shouldn’t he be wearing a luxury watch instead?
The maid wanted to kindly remind the young master that it wasn’t quite appropriate, but then she suddenly remembered a joke she had read online. If a young man took the initiative to wear a hair tie, it represented his loyalty to his girlfriend. After some thought, she decided to let it be.
At the entrance, Chris had been waiting for a long time, the ground littered with cigarette butts. At least ten, by a conservative estimate. Kelvin could smell the strong scent of smoke from a distance; he had never said anything before because he smoked too.
For some reason, as soon as he got into the car, the first thing that came out of his mouth made Chris feel shocked. “Starting today, no smoking in the car.”
“Huh?”
Why?
Curious yet hesitant to ask, Chris cautiously stole a glance at the cold, dark figure in the back seat through the car’s rearview mirror.
After a few seconds, Kelvin slowly stated the reason, “Cheyenne is pregnant.”
Screech!
The car abruptly came to a halt in the middle of the wide road, and Chris’s head unavoidably knocked against the window.
But he didn’t feel any pain at all, grinning foolishly with an air of simplicity.
“Sir, you’re right, my negligence, heh heh. I will definitely quit, and I absolutely won’t smoke around the car in the future.”
“Mm.”
That’s about right.
Kelvin instructed in a deep voice, “Continue.”
“Yes!”
He finally understood why the CEO had been so dedicated to work as soon as he returned – he wanted to bring Miss Lawrence back as soon as possible. No, she shouldn’t be called Miss Lawrence now; she should be referred to as “Mrs. Foley” instead.
The luxurious car finally stopped at the entrance of the Foley Group’s headquarters. Early in the morning, it had already gathered numerous reporters and business elites.
They were all invited to attend the new product launch of the Foley Group, and Kelvin wanted to use this opportunity to pitch a new concept and secure investment. It was also a crucial move to salvage the Foley Group’s stock.
He had stayed up late into the night preparing for this battle, a battle-hardened Kelvin who never fought unprepared, was confident.
Upon getting out of the car, without looking back, Kelvin ordered Chris in a detached voice, “You stay outside the door and check the progress of each link at the end, there mustn’t be any mistakes.”
“Got it!”
Passing through the company lobby, many former business partners greeted Kelvin, seemingly surprised by his return. Sycophants, schemers… they were everywhere. But Kelvin didn’t care. He confidently strode into the elevator, leaving those curious reporters far behind.
As the elevator doors closed, Kelvin looked at his reflection on the metallic surface, narrowing his deep set eyes and pressing his lips tightly. Unable to resist, he took out his phone from his pocket and opened Line to check.
He frowned. Why hadn’t she replied yet? At this hour, Cheyenne should be awake, right? Kelvin couldn’t help but call her, but all he heard was an auto-reply.
“Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later…”
Just as Kelvin was feeling annoyed, the elevator chimed, reminding him that he had reached the top floor.
The meeting room was already full, with investors and company executives ready and waiting for his arrival. Just as he was about to enter, Kelvin decided to wait a little longer. He had five more minutes to make another call.
This time, Kelvin dialed Eddie’s number. After connecting, Eddie’s voice sounded weak, “Hello, why are you calling me?”
Kelvin didn’t beat around the bush, he asked directly, “Where’s Cheyenne? How is she? Let her answer the phone, I want to see her.”
“Cheyenne…,” Eddie hesitated for a long time and answered with a bitter smile, “Cheyenne… she… she had an accident.”
“What are you saying?” Kelvin’s shocked pupils constricted, his voice involuntarily rising, the veins on his forehead were prominent under his mask. This shout startled everyone in the meeting room.
What’s wrong with Mr. Foley?
Beep beep beep…
The call was disconnected. Kelvin dialed again, but the number was out of service.
There were only two possibilities: poor signal or the phone was in airplane mode.
Regardless, he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. He had to go to Jostrana and see for himself what happened to Cheyenne.
Kelvin, who had already reached the door of the meeting room, abruptly turned and left in front of everyone, leaving behind a room full of puzzled people, looking at each other.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know either.”
“It looks like something urgent has happened.”
But this meeting was led by Mr. Foley. Now that he had left, what would happen to the meeting?
So many investors were waiting for his proposal.
On the other hand, Chris had just learned from a friend abroad – Miss Lawrence had an accident!