Channing: “Well, children with courage have a bright future, and that applies to both personal and business matters…”
Indeed, indeed, the Nymphscape Group has a successor.
Yvonne: “These earthworms have grown really well. Does Cierra know she can turn the soil when she’s in it, so that next year when the farmers are planting…”
Learning from Cierra that Cheyenne was still working at the hospital, Reece suddenly felt comforted. Cheyenne wasn’t ignoring his calls; she was just busy.
Looking at his daughter’s innocent and lovely face on the phone, Kelvin felt a strong sense of unease welling up inside him.
He thought of the recent series of child abduction cases in Akloit and his lips parted slightly, “Grandpa, stop playing cards. Once you pick up Oliver and take Cierra back, if there’s nothing else, try to keep the kids from going out too much recently.”
Old Mr. Foley didn’t like this at all, “Are you trying to kill me? You already sold off my magazines, and now a lonely old man like me will just sit at home.”
“And Cierra also likes to play outside.”
There was no room for negotiation on this issue. Kelvin’s tone was firm, “No, if you really want to have fun, I can have a playground built at home for you, and Joe can find a few people to play cards with you, okay?”
Seeing his serious expression, Grandpa finally noticed something was off with his eldest grandson, “What’s wrong? Is something happening?”
Kelvin didn’t share his concerns with them. Grandpa was getting old, and the children were still too young; telling them would only increase their anxiety in vain.
“It’s nothing, just for safety reasons.”
At his words, Grandpa generously rolled his eyes at him and then turned back to the gambling table, “Fine, you… are just worrying for nothing. Don’t worry, I’ve been taking Cierra out every day recently, and everything’s been fine, right?”
“I’ll play for another half an hour and then go pick up Oliver from school.”
Without waiting for Kelvin to say more, he decisively hung up the phone.
Beep, beep, beep…
Kelvin looked at the black screen with a helpless expression.
No one seemed to be concerned about this matter, but he himself, the next morning, went to Omari’s law firm-
Headquarters of NIGHTBREEZE Law Firm in Onistead .
Similar in style to the branch in Akloit, there were two huge stones placed at the entrance, engraved with the calligraphic characters of “NIGHTBREEZE”.
Below was a small line: [Her smile is so sweet, like the evening breeze in spring.]
As Kelvin stood in front of this stone in a daze, the female employees in the company also noticed him shining in the crowd, their cheeks slightly flushed.
The reason was simple-because the man was just too handsome!
Looking no older than thirty, tall and handsome, his well-tailored suit exuded a stiff elegance, clearly of high value.
Young, handsome, wealthy… Kelvin perfectly met her criteria for a partner.
The woman deliberately took out a mirror, checked her own face, pursed her red lips, and then elegantly walked towards him with a sweet smile.
With what she thought was her most beautiful angle, she said with a warm smile, “Sir, what can we help you with at our NIGHTBREEZE Law Firm?”
“Our NIGHTBREEZE Law Firm is the strongest and most elite team in all of Onistead, bearing the title of ‘Onistead’s Victorious.’ Every client’s needs are met with the most satisfactory results.”
Kelvin found her voice grating, and without giving her a glance, he simply said, “No need!”
The woman paused for a moment, unwilling to give up without a fight. “You must not know much about NIGHTBREEZE. I can guarantee you won’t regret choosing NIGHTBREEZE. Our company’s CEO is a renowned top lawyer named Omari.”
“He personally chose the name NIGHTBREEZE.”
“I know!” Kelvin interrupted her with a cold tone.
The woman was taken aback.
“Ahem… Mr. Lara is remarkable. NIGHTBREEZE was also established to protect his beloved…”
The word “beloved” struck a chord of jealousy in Kelvin’s heart. When he raised his head, his deep-set eyes reflected disgust and iciness.
“I don’t want to hear the success story of NIGHTBREEZE. I’m Kelvin Foley, and I came here to meet Mr. Lara’s assistant and the company’s deputy CEO.”
Kelvin Foley!
Chulae’s richest person according to last year’s Forbes list?
And a young entrepreneur ranked in the top fifty globally, with assets worth trillions!
The unexpected news left the woman stunned, almost causing her to stumble while wearing high heels.
However, this wealthy gentleman looked at her with disdain, showing no interest in extending a helping hand, absolutely lacking in gentlemanly manners!
Kelvin didn’t care how she perceived him. With one hand casually tucked in his suit pocket, he strode confidently towards the law firm, his long legs in full view.
Before coming, he had already contacted NIGHTBREEZE’s deputy CEO, Noe Kirkland.
The receptionist’s initial astonishment at the sight of such a handsome young man quickly turned into a flurry of action as she made a phone call to Mr. Kirkland.
“Um… Mr. Foley, please wait in the VIP lounge. Mr. Kirkland is currently in a meeting, and it should be ending in about ten minutes.”
“Mm.” He replied indifferently.
Guided by the staff, Kelvin made his way to the VIP lounge and was offered a cup of hot coffee along the way.
His gaze casually swept over the magazines on the bookshelf, and he noticed that several of them featured his wife Cheyenne’s face on the cover.
When he caught sight of that familiar face, his cold demeanor softened slightly, and he picked up one of the magazines to take a closer look.
It was an expired issue of magazine, featuring Cheyenne as a guest. The host had interviewed people’s opinions about Cheyenne, and Omari was the first to remark.
“Cheyenne is a genuinely kind and honest girl. Despite her carefree and lazy lifestyle, once she gets serious, she forgets about herself. The only flaw is that she’s too harsh on me!” The half-joking, half-hearted remark was said in front of the media.
Omari’s fondness for Cheyenne wasn’t a secret. It was pretty much known throughout the upper-class circles. However, Kelvin still felt uncomfortable seeing his name.
He tore out that page, crumpled it twice, and tossed it into the trash can.
Now, only his name and Cheyenne’s name remained together, and they would be together for a lifetime.
After ten minutes, the door to the VIP lounge was pushed open once again.
“Sorry, sorry, Mr. Foley, for keeping you waiting.”