In the instant of worrying about Cheyenne, Kelvin’s heart was filled with a piercing pain he had never experienced before. Something must have happened to Cheyenne. He had to find her.
Just as he reached the door, he ran into Chris. Seeing Kelvin’s hurried expression, Chris knew that he had learned about Miss Lawrence’s misfortune.
Chris stretched out his arms to block Kelvin’s path, fearlessly speaking up, “Sir, you can’t go! The company is going through a life and death situation. If you leave, the Foley Group might really go under.”
These investors were long-standing clients, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to leave them hanging like this. Did Kelvin not understand what Chris was saying?
But how could he leave Cheyenne’s safety aside and continue standing on the stage, continuing his speech as if nothing happened? He couldn’t do it.
Kelvin sternly glared at Chris. Under his mask, his deep-set eyes were filled with coldness and chilliness. It was downright intimidating.
“Move aside!”
Chris trembled with physiological fear from Kelvin’s icy gaze. The CEO was oozing with fury, like a raging beast.
But for the sake of the company, Chris gathered the courage and stood firm in front of the CEO. “No! Miss Lawrence is indeed important, but are you really willing to give up on your own career, sir?”
“Don’t forget how much effort and how many near-death experiences it took for you to establish the Foley Group!”
Over the years, they had sacrificed so many comrades for the sake of the Foley Group’s strength. If Kelvin were to leave, they would lose their backbone. Was it really worth it after all these years of faithful dedication?
Kelvin clenched his fists tightly and, without warning, struck the nearby wall with his fist.
The loud noise startled the onlookers, who turned to look.
His hands were now bleeding, with vivid red blood flowing down the pure white wall. It was a shocking sight. He was capable of such brutality.
Chris was taken aback, and Kelvin grabbed him by the collar, their eyes meeting. Kelvin’s eyes were filled with guilt and pain.
“When even the death of a mere dancer makes you feel remorseful, do you think I’m just a machine devoid of any emotions?”
“For me, Cheyenne is a presence more important than life itself. I would die for her. What does this company mean in comparison?”
“I have the ability to make it big and start again from scratch. Money and fame can be earned again, but Cheyenne and our child are still waiting for me to save them!”
“I’ve already died once. In that explosion, I thought that as long as she survived, even if I turned into ashes, it wouldn’t matter!”
“Since God let me live, then my life, is meant for Cheyenne. She is my driving force.”
“Without Cheyenne, even if my heart keeps beating, it’s as good as dead! Do you understand?”
After his hysterical outburst, he laughed at himself, then continued, “You’ve never truly loved, so how could you understand my feelings?”
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been possessed, and he pointed to his chest with his slender fingers, whispering softly, “Just the thought of her forever leaving my side made my heart ache to the extreme!”
Chris was also moved to tears. He had followed Kelvin for ten years and had never seen his boss display such emotional outburst before.
He did want to experience what love felt like, but he was so busy every day that he hadn’t even dated any girl before!
Just then, a low and aged voice sounded behind them, “You go ahead, leave the company to me.”
Kelvin turned around in surprise, Corey had appeared in front of him without him knowing.
The man wore a long black overcoat, with a white V-neck sweater underneath, revealing a blue polka dot tie.
His face carried a trace of melancholy, with a suitcase in hand, looking worn-out, clearly coming straight from the airport to the company.
Kelvin looked at him with mixed emotions, pondered for two seconds, and finally whispered two barely audible words, “Thank you.”
“Hurry up, Cheyenne is still waiting for you.”
Corey also regretted. He was in Jostrana, living next door to Cheyenne’s room. Why hadn’t he discovered her disappearance in time?
If something really happened to Cheyenne, it wouldn’t just be Kelvin who would hate him; he wouldn’t let himself off the hook either.
“Chris, book a flight to Jostrana for me, departing today.”
“Yes.”
Airport.
Kelvin’s appearance attracted the attention of a crowd as he hurried through the airport’s lobby.
A cold wind blew, lifting the hem of his clothes, revealing his slim waist.
His gaze was fixed on the red numbers on the electronic screen, anxiously waiting.
Chris had just finished a phone call and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure near the restroom entrance.
He immediately lifted his foot and chased after the man, grabbing his arm and leading him to a less crowded area.
“Mr. Zamora, wait! I have something to ask you…”
Eddie was startled. He had thought he encountered a robber. He almost pulled out the surgical knife he had hidden in his pocket.
But looking closer, it turned out to be Kelvin’s subordinate, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
“Oh, Mr. Richards, what are you doing here?”
Could it be that Kelvin was here too?
“Mr. Zamora, please don’t ask any questions and come with me!”
Without another word, he pulled Eddie through the crowded lobby and brought him in front of Kelvin.
Even before the two of them reached, Kelvin’s peripheral vision caught sight of that slender figure, causing a flash of anger in his eyes.
He walked forward, his anger slicing through the air, and interrogated him, “Where’s Cheyenne?”
Eddie tightly pursed his lips, guilt evident on his face, and didn’t answer.
“I’m asking you, where is Cheyenne? Cat got your tongue?”
As soon as the words fell, Eddie’s face received a punch, leaving a dark bruise under his eye socket.
In his raging fury, he couldn’t control his emotions. Seeing his silent stance, his anger surged even further, ready to give him another blow.
However, just as he clenched his fist, Yvonne swiftly arrived and stopped him.
“Oh, you can’t beat people. It’s not Mr. Zamora’s fault. Us allowing Cheyenne to go to the Miller mansion was a joint decision.”
Cheyenne had gone missing, and she felt guilty too.
Mr. Zamora also cared for Cheyenne; his internal suffering couldn’t be any less than her own.
“Yvonne, please don’t stop him, I deserve it.”