She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 572: Mr. Foley Feels More Like a Boss All eyes were focused on Vincent, who calmly responded to the question.

"Grandfather, Jane decided to transfer these shares to my nwithout my knowledge. I only found out yesterday that she spent billions to buy shares of the Parry Group and was worried about managing them properly, so she askedto help her oversee it." "For convenience, she transferred the ownership to me. Once these assets are reorganized and running smoothly, I will return them to her." Before coming to the Foley mansion, Gordon had consulted Jane about this matter. She gave the sresponse - that she voluntarily transferred the shares to Master Vincent.

Since Jane had purchased the shares with her own money, there was no need for investigation. And transferring shares to someone else was a mutually agreed decision.

As a law enforcement officer, Gordon didn't fully comprehend the twists and turns of business matters. As long as Master Vincent hadn't violated any laws regarding the shares and there was no direct or indirect evidence pointing to him as the culprit, Gordon couldn't make an arrest or temporary detention.

"Master Vincent, as the only person known to have had contact with the deceased, and due to the complexity of the case, we don't have any leads or suspects at the moment. Therefore, I kindly request that you remain in Akloit for the tbeing, cooperating with the police investigation." Vincent nodded sympathetically, "Mr. Murillo, rest assured, I will actively cooperate. As for Mr. Parry, I'm also surprised, considering he was lively and well just yesterday." Gordon, having conducted official business, exchanged greetings with old Mr. Foley and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment." A deep and magnetic voice sounded from behind him.

Gordon stood still, slightly turned his head, and saw Kelvin elegantly descending the staircase.

Tall and imposing, with a cold and domineering face, Kelvin walked with an air of authority. "Do you mind if I join you on your way?" "Mr. Foley, do you know where I am headed next?" Kelvin didn't answer the question, simply walked towards the exit.

Gordon, not too far behind him, let out a faint smile and followed along.

The young police officer on the left, intimidated by Kelvin's entire presence, muttered to himself, "Whose lackey am I, and why does Mr. Foley feel more like my boss than Mr. Murillo?" Gordon was rendered speechless.

When Kelvin's black Lamborghini stopped at the hospital entrance, three police cars followed close behind. Chris hurriedly approached from the driver's seat and opened the door.

A long and slender leg emerged from the car, stepping on the ground. The shiny black leather shoes perfectly matched the solid-colored suit pants, drawing the attention of everyone. The women around couldn't help but exclaim, "So handsome!" Observing this, the young police officer felt that their boss couldn't lose face and eagerly hopped off the police car, requesting Gordon to step out.

Gordon glanced back, giving him a cold look. There was an unusual hint of helplessness on his usually impassive face.

Her lips twitched, and she lightly kicked him in the shin.

He then jumped out of the car, took a step forward, and swiftly caught up with Kelvin.

The cop who got kicked wore a frustrated expression, looking as pitiful as a small kitten as he whimpered, "I'm so miserable..." The door to the director's office was tightly shut, and the room was eerily e silent. Cheyenne, who had just woken up, had been experiencing an incessant twitch in her left eye She lay on the couch, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

wn UMS Just then, a series of quick knocks on the door brought Cheyenne back to reality.

She looked up at the clock on the wall-it was already four-thirty.

Who had the audacity to prevent her from getting off work? Feeling resigned to having her business interrupted, she casually slipped on her slippers and walked over to open the door, inquiring in a soft voice, "Who is it?" The door opened, revealing a familiar black figure.

Cheyenne froze, her lustrous almond-shaped eyes staring in surprise at the man before her. For a long moment, she couldn't react.

"Kelvin?" Why wasn't he at the company at this late hour? What was he doing at the hospital? Meanwhile, the crowd outside the door was captivated by the stunning woman before them. They held their breath, their gazes fixated on Cheyenne.

Since it was convenient for her midday nap, she had taken off her white coat, revealing a black fitted dress underneath that accentuated her graceful curves.

Her fair skin, reminiscent of milk, had a delicate pink hue. Her exquisitely small face was blushing faintly, resembling a Barbie doll. Her hair was slightly disheveled, adding a touch of lazy charm to her beauty.

Sensing that many were looking at his woman, Kelvin's face darkened, and he stepped forward, using his tall and imposing figure to shield her from prying eyes.

He approached abruptly, and the oppressive feeling that followed caused Cheyenne to take a step back, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What are you doing?"

"Why is your hair such a mess? Chere." He asked in a deep voice,m gripping Cheyenne's tender fair wrist with his large hand and pulling her towards him.

This seemingly cold and ruthless man unexpectedly revealed his most tender side before her. With his fingers as a comb, his rough fingertips threaded through her silky hair. In no time, he deftly pinned up her long hair and secured it with a small cherry-shaped elastic band from his own wrist.

A slight electric current surged through Cheyenne's heart, leaving behind a warm feeling. He... had he been carrying this elastic band all along? "That's it." Kelvin admired his "masterpiece," but his brows suddenly furrowed as he noticed how her slender neck appeared even more elegant after her hair was elegantly tied up.

This public display of affection made those behind them exclaim in disbelief, as they felt their titanium alloy dog eyes being blinded.

They all wished they were blind.

Gordon, however, watched with genuine interest and then spoke up, "Miss Lawrence, I chere today because there's something I'd like to ask for your help with." Cheyenne no longer paid attention to Kelvin; her gaze remained calm as she looked directly at Gordon. "What is it?" X