She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 160 Perfect Assist

Chapter 160 Perfect Assist

Monkey hesitated for a while, but in the end, he reached out and took the bag.

His three buddies surrounded Cheyenne in a tight circle behind him, clearly indicating a robbery, which attracted the attention of many passersby.

"That girl is really brave; she dares to drive a luxury car in such a place without bodyguards."

"That's right. However, from her relaxed expression, she seems to be as carefree as a tourist. I guess it's because her family is really wealthy and doesn't care about that little expense."

"If it were me, why would I rob for money? I'd woo her first. Once a woman's heart is occupied by me, she will give me money willingly."

"You've got a point there. That's probably why I don't have money. Turns out, my wife hasn't fallen for me yet! Damn, I need to go back and give her a good spanking. Who knows, I might even get a BMW out of her."

The whispers of passersby were not missed by the man's ears.

Less than twenty meters away from this alley, a black luxurious Lamborghini was parked under the streetlight.

The car window was open.

The dim street lamp cast a yellowish glow on the man's face, illuminating half of it while the other half remained hidden in darkness.

With his nose as a dividing point, the contrasting textures of cold hardness and softness accentuated his handsome and stern face, drawing people deeply into it.

In the driver's seat, Chris had his hands clasped on the steering wheel, leaning forward slightly with narrowed eyes fixed ahead.

"Mr. Foley, isn't that... Mrs... Miss Lawrence?"

He originally wanted to say "Mrs. Foley", but felt the oppressive cold air in the car, so he changed it to "Miss Lawrence" at the last minute.

"Um."

At such a close distance, how could Kelvin who had perfect eyesight not see it?

A deep light flickered in his deep-set eyes, and the long hands folded on the knees faintly moved and tapped rhythmically.

This was his habitual action when he was thinking.

Chris whispered again, "Mr. Foley, it seems like Mrs. Foley has run into some trouble."

Surrounded by four delinquent thugs, Mrs. Foley, such a delicate and petite woman could not withstand their attack, could she?

If it were an ordinary woman who encountered such a thing, she would probably have cried already. But Mrs. Foley didn't. She was still smiling and pretending to be calm.

Under the neon lights, her almond eyes on that small and delicate face were smiling.

This made her appear more like she was forcing a smile.

Chris felt a dull pain in his heart. 'Mrs. Foley was truly pitiable.'

"Mr. Foley, should we go and help her?"

Kelvin didn't answer immediately. In fact, he was torn and somewhat angry. This was not a good place, so what was she doing here? And why was she intentionally dressed like that, with a short skirt revealing long, fair legs and red open-toed high-heeled sandals, looking as alluring as a rose in the dark night? If it weren't for her conspicuous appearance, how would she have encountered this situation?

"Hmm."

In the end, reason triumphed over anger. No matter what, Kelvin didn't want to see that annoying woman get into such a situation.

Chris was joyful of Mr. Foley's response and thought, 'Mr. Foley is truly one of those who says one thing but means another. Clearly, he cares deeply for Mrs. Foley, yet he displays an attitude of indifference as if it has nothing to do with him.'

Women are fickle. If their waiting receives no response, they would give their love to another man. Chris was afraid that Mr. Foley would not realize his own feelings for Mrs. Foley until Mrs. Foley threw herself into another man's arms. So, as Mr. Foley's assistant and friend, shouldn't he lend a hand?

The pursuit of an ex-wife could start with a heroic rescue.

Chris opened the car door and suddenly clutched his stomach, howling in pain.

"Mr. Foley, I'm sorry, I suddenly have a stomachache. I need to use the restroom. For the rescue mission, it's best if you handle it personally."

Stomachache?

Kelvin looked at his "performance" with cold eyes, his tightly pursed lips twitching slightly. How did he manage to get this far with such acting skills? Fortunately, he hadn't joined the entertainment industry; otherwise, he would probably have starved on the streets.

'Mr. Foley shouldn't suspect anything, right?' Chris muttered anxiously, stealing a cautious glance at the man in the back seat, who had a cold aura.

With cold sweat on his forehead, he immediately got out of the car.

Despite being in an awkward situation, he had to finish this act!

Kelvin got out of the luxury car, stepping carefully towards the dimly lit area under the yellow streetlights.

Meanwhile, Monkey had just taken Cheyenne's bag and hadn't had a chance to feel happy when he was suddenly kicked in the knee by the woman. She was wearing pointed high heels and kicked with all her strength, causing Monkey to immediately cry out in pain.

"Monkey." The three blonde teenagers were surprised and quickly surrounded Cheyenne.

"Monkey?" Cheyenne almost burst out laughing, her fair hand stroking her chin as she looked at the other three.

"You kids are interesting. What an interesting nickname."

Monkey gasped and clutched his knee as he lay on the ground, sobbing in response, "You... you're not trustworthy. We've agreed it is a 'peace' robbery."

How could she attack him suddenly?

Upon hearing this, Reece kicked Monkey's thigh and said coldly, "You have some nerve robbing my friend Cheyenne. Brat, you're brave."

"I'm fearless! If it wasn't for her good looks, I would've beaten her already!" Monkey replied angrily while regretting that he had underestimated his opponent because of her beauty.

"That's right! We're bullies on this street! You're dead meat for daring to hit us!"

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The four teenagers picked up wooden sticks from the roadside and rushed towards Cheyenne.

Seeing that a stick was about to hit Cheyenne, Reece grabbed it with a cold look in his eyes.

"Do you want to die? If you don't want to die, then get lost!" the teenage boy spoke so rudely without any manners or respect that Cheyenne wanted to teach him a good lesson.

She took off her black baseball shirt revealing a black sequin skirt underneath which made her fair skin even more eye-catching.

On her neck hung a shiny diamond necklace which made Monkey's heart skip a beat.

This must be worth over three million dollars! She was really rich!

"Reece, take my clothes and let me handle this."

"Okay."