Actually, the phone call she just made was only to inform the other party that their partnership was terminated and her designs would no longer be authorized to their company. That’s all.
As for the decision to fire them, it had nothing to do with her.
In the end, Cheyenne didn’t buy a wedding dress and was too lazy to keep looking around. The design drawings were still in her hands, so tomorrow she would have her assistant find a studio to make it happen.
It was six o’clock in the evening.
Mr. Foley used to work like a robot before but now he has become someone who leaves work on time. He even issued a very humane management rule – leave on time; as for those who voluntarily work overtime, they will receive high overtime pay.
Because of this rule, The Foley Group has also become one of the most conscientious companies in the industry and has attracted many young talents.
Speaking of which, Mr. Foley couldn’t wait to go home because he wanted to see what his new clothes looked like.
He came back at just the right time when Cheyenne and the children had just arrived home with lots of shopping bags on display on top of table.
Cierra showed off her new clothes proudly in front of grandpa while old Mr. Foley couldn’t say what looked good about it but smiled kindly and praised her anyway.
Cheyenne took out one gift from among them all: an exquisite box containing a dark red suit embroidered with two flying dragons that looked exquisitely hand-sewn.
“Grandpa, this is for you.”
When he received his new clothes old Mr. Foley’s eyes suddenly turned red since no one had given him any clothing since his wife died almost forty years ago.
“Thank you, Cheyenne.”
Oliver’s cold little face rarely showed any expression but when Kelvin arrived he immediately hid his own clothes behind sofa.
Kelvin thought, “Hmph! What are you hiding? Do you think I want yours? I have my own!”
Kelvin seemed serious while sitting casually on sofa watching TV but actually pricked up his ears listening carefully around him.
Grandfather said, “Oh my goodness! This suit looks really good! Thank you Cheyenne! My daughter-in-law is more thoughtful than some ungrateful wretch.”
“I worked hard raising him up without even getting grass from him.”
Cheyenne replied, “As long as Grandpa likes it.”
Kelvin inwardly snarked: “If you want grass, then why don’t I just go downstairs tomorrow morning and pull out some for you?”
Cierra was a show-off, “Great-grandpa, look at the butterfly clips, hairpins, purse and little dress that Mommy bought for me. Sasha has the same ones as me.”
“But hers are blue and mine are pink. Cierra loves pink the most,” she said.
Kelvin thought to himself, “My daughter is still young and innocent. It’s natural for Cheyenne to like her more.”
Seeing Oliver not participating in the conversation and sitting there unable to reach anything on the table, old Mr. Foley was afraid of neglecting him.
He quickly found a topic and actively talked to Oliver, “Did you buy anything you like? How about I also give you a gift tomorrow?”
The little boy stood with his hands behind his back in an upright posture with no expression on his face.
“No need, grandpa, thank you. My mom already bought it for me but I just wanted a puzzle,” he said.
Puzzles were Oliver’s favorite toy besides racing cars. While Cierra played with Lego blocks, he would sit quietly in the corner doing puzzles by himself.
Kelvin became anxious when he saw that even Ewan had received a gift – a wallet.
All the gifts had been opened but his own present which he had been looking forward to wasn’t there.
He took a deep breath as if hearing his inner world shatter into pieces.
Was there nothing for him?
There were clearly records of men’s clothing being purchased this afternoon…
Cheyenne naturally observed Kelvin’s reaction throughout the entire time. From the moment they entered the shop, he had been searching for his own place, and his gaze shifted from anticipation to growing anxiety.
Now, his emotions had transformed into jealousy!
Just the thought that the men’s clothing Cheyenne had bought in the afternoon might be intended as a gift for Omari or Benson would surely infuriate him to no end.
But then again, since his wife didn’t take the initiative to give him the gift, he didn’t feel comfortable bringing it up.
What if what he thought was true after saying something out loud?
“You guys play first; I remembered there is still so much work left at my company so I’m going up to my study,” Kelvin said calmly trying not let anyone see through him too easily while giving himself some space upstairs where he could think things through properly without any distractions around him anymore.
Old Mr. Foley was currently immersed in joyfulness so much that he didn’t have time to pay attention towards Kelvin.
Waving goodbye dismissively, he said, “Go ahead then! You sitting here makes me feel pressured; Just leave.”
Feeling rejected by everyone else made Kelvin walk upstairs feeling quite dejected but then suddenly heard laughter from downstairs which sounded like Cierra giggling flirtatiously with Cheyenne…
“Mom helped me put on a hair clip,” she said.
“Okay.”
So he left. But no one noticed him.
Cheyenne looked up at the thin and melancholic figure as she helped her daughter put on the hair clip.
She smiled and looked down.
In fact, there was a separately packaged gift box hidden under the desk. The pure black lid was sprinkled with gold powder, making it look luxurious and extraordinary.
Cheyenne’s ears turned red.
“Cierra, Oliver, tidy up your things and go upstairs to do your homework. Come down for dinner later.”
“Okay, Mommy, don’t worry. I will supervise my brother well.”
Actually, Cierra hasn’t even started kindergarten yet. Only Oliver needed to do homework.
Cierra just liked sticking to her brother so she would sit next to him while he did his homework. And although the seemingly cold little boy always complained about his sister eating while he did his work or leaving packaging bags all over his desk, he actually indulged in her behavior every time.
In the study room, the dark gray double-layered curtains have not been opened since morning; now that the sun has set and the door is closed, the entire study room is pitch black except for a small red light that flickers intermittently like an eye.
Cheyenne walked in without hesitation as light from outside spilled onto her back, creating a bright path behind her in contrast with darkness inside of study room. She sat on his lap seductively with long white legs crossed over each other gracefully.
Invisible in darkness, the man’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly as he took an imperceptible breath.
She really is a demon!
“You’re angry,” not questioning but stating it as fact.
The woman’s fingers gently slid across his forehead, eyebrows, eyes before finally coming to rest lightly on his lips.
“Yes! I’m angry,” he answered quickly.