She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 166: Mr. King

Chapter 166: Mr. King

The luxurious room was adorned with red carpets, golden walls, and stone blue furniture, creating a stunning contrast of styles. In the center stood a small coffee table where two people sat cross- legged savoring their tea. On either side of them were tall men in black suits and sunglasses exuding an air of authority and seriousness.

Kelvin fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man sitting across from him who appeared to be around thirty-five or six years old. He wore a large red floral shirt with shoulder-length golden hair that accentuated his sharp features and exotic blue eyes. Having lived in Chulae for fifteen years, Kelvin had learned to speak fluent local language effortlessly.

A classical stove burned charcoal while a purple clay teapot rested on top emitting white steam slowly rising from its spout. "The water is boiling," Kelvin said as he sat cross-legged with his back straight staring intently at the teapot in his hands.

The man lifted the teapot with one hand, while his other hand retrieved two tea cups. He poured a bit of hot water into each cup to wash them. Then, he took the tea leaves and added them to the cups before carefully pouring in the boiling water. His movements were expert, and the sound of clear water continuously filled the air.

As they waited for their tea to steep, its fragrance gradually filled their noses, making them feel relaxed and contented.

"Mr. Foley, please try this exquisite tea," as he spoke, the man set down the teapot and pushed the cup forward, seemingly with great force. However, not a single drop of the scalding hot tea spilled from it.

"Thank you for your warm hospitality, Mr. King; you haven't changed at all." Foley replied.

Dressed in crimson shirts and sporting golden curls, loving the taste of tea, and taking pleasure in the sight of blood slowly flowing.

Kelvin had known Mr. King for ten years now, and it seemed like he had retained the same appearance all these years. A decade had transformed Kelvin from a young boy into the man he was today, yet Mr. King seemed unchanged.

Mr. King casually sipped his tea, pausing as it touched his lips. He blew on it with an elegance.

"Mr. Foley, your visit today has taken me by surprise," he said. After all, this was a notorious place.

Kelvin looked at him expressionlessly, then lowered his head to drink the tea in his hand. He felt the warmth between his lips and tongue, causing his beautiful eyebrows to furrow suddenly.

"There's nothing strange about it. I came here today to ask Mr. King something," Kelvin said.

"Oh? What could make you stoop so low as to come see me?" Mr. King replied with a hint of sarcasm.

In the next moment, Kelvin took out a check from his pocket and quickly wrote down a string of numbers with the pen hanging from his chest.

All eyes were fixed on the man's perfect profile, which exuded an air of authority and nobility that made him stand out wherever he went.

The nearest bodyguard couldn't help but glance over with excitement flashing in his eyes when he saw how much money was written on that check: eighty hundred million!

Despite this large sum of money, the blonde man only gave a faint smile without showing too much emotion on his face. He slowly put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Kelvin.

"Mr. Foley, you're quite generous indeed; it makes me curious what you want from me," Mr. King said calmly.

"I want you to investigate a man named Charlie Fraser who lived in Onistead twenty years ago," Kelvin replied straightforwardly.

Mr. King hesitated for a moment; after all, twenty years was such a long time during which many things could have been forgotten or lost forever without leaving any trace behind - good or bad alike - so he didn't immediately reach for that check despite its impressive amount since earning back such an amount would be just matter of time for him anyway . Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

"Charlie Fraser?" Mr. King didn't recall any prominent family in Onistead had such a surname. But if it was someone ordinary, Kelvin would not have paid eighty hundred million dollars!

"Any other information about him?"

"No."

"What's your deadline?"

"The sooner, the better - one month at most."

"I'll take it."

Mr. King picked up the check from table top and handed it over to the man behind him.

His bodyguard respectfully took the check, feeling a surge of excitement in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh at the weightlessness of this piece of paper, which was worth eighty million dollars,

On the LCD screen in front of them were divided into many small windows, with numerous figures appearing on them.

Mr. King only glanced casually at first before his eyes suddenly fixed on one particular window.

With a cold laugh and an ominous tone, he said, "Switch to camera 9."

"Yes sir."

Soon enough, what was just a palm-sized image occupied the entire LCD screen. In it stood an alluring black figure that caught everyone's attention.

The woman wore a black halter-neck mini skirt that made her fair skin glow. Her ample chest and slim waist were particularly eye-catching.

Underneath her bright eyes she looked like an enchantress walking among this world of gold and glamour. Men approached her with lustful looks and obvious intentions while she held onto her glass of red wine smilingly without rejecting anyone outright; yet she kept herself at arm's length from those men all along.

"What an interesting woman with such great curves," Mr. King licked his lips as he spoke with bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

Two bodyguards walked out from inside.

Kelvin watched quietly as Cheyenne drank with a handsome card dealer who invited her upstairs.

She didn't refuse him but whispered something to him while leaning close to him; their distance was less than twenty centimeters apart.

The young man went up first followed by Cheyenne who seemed happy like a little hamster getting its way. She waved for Reece who wore red long dress to walk beside her.

They held hands together, went upstairs and followed behind that card dealer.

Kelvin had been here before so he knew exactly what going up meant - damn you Cheyenne!