Chapter 80: Kelvin, Stay Away from Her

If not for her even breathing and closed eyes, Kelvin would have suspected she was faking unconsciousness. Chris, sweating profusely from fear, turned to the man, his expression unfriendly. He stammered an apology. "Mr Mr. Foley, I didn't mean to"

"No next time!" The man's voice, as cold as midwinter snow, made Chris almost sneeze.

A black Rolls-Royce soon pulled up at the hospital entrance, attracting curious stares. A tall, handsome young man emerged, exuding an air of invincibility. In his arms, he carried a woman whose beauty captivated everyone—she was more stunning than any TV star. The black and gold of his attire clashed in perfect harmony, creating an elegant, understated look.

Only after sending her to her hospital room did Kelvin realize he hadn't tended to his own wounds. She lay on the bed, delicate as a swallow, making one want to cradle and protect her. Her small hands clutched the white sheets, her knuckles white with tension.

A dark figure stood silently by the bed, emanating an aura of coldness. Chris stood at the door, unsure what to say, but prioritizing the CEO's health.

"Mr. Foley, your hand… the doctor urged you to have it treated."

Kelvin nodded. "Let's go."

"What about Miss Lawrence?"

"Call Old Mr. Edwards."

As he spoke, a white figure—a man in a white suit with golden hair streaming behind him—ran down the hallway, shouting, "Cheyenne… is that you?"

"Don't scare me like that," she replied.

Reece, who happened to be filming nearby, had initially disbelieved his agent's report of seeing someone resembling Cheyenne. Now, seeing Kelvin, he was certain.

"You bastard! What did you do to Cheyenne again?" He strode toward Kelvin. Though six feet tall, Reece realized Kelvin was half a head taller. Undeterred, he quietly rose onto his toes, staring directly into Kelvin's eyes. Kelvin barely glanced at him, his air of superiority intimidating.

"Firstly, I didn't do anything to her. On the contrary, I saved her."

"And secondly, you have no right to question me."

Reece knew this rising star, who had sought Cheyenne for the past three years. They were friends, but in his eyes, more than friends.

"You saved her? Then what happened to her?"

"She fainted because she helped me suck out venom from my body; some residual venom remained."

Cheyenne fainted from helping him! Reece's captivating eyes widened.

"Kelvin, I'm warning you to stay away from Cheyenne. Haven't you caused enough damage to her reputation?"

What does he mean by that? If it's about the rumors surrounding her divorce, she started them herself. She's had many scandals lately, but how is that my fault? Kelvin thought.

"It has nothing to do with me! She brought it upon herself," Kelvin replied firmly.

Reece, practically shaking with rage, spat, "Brought it upon herself? Do you have no conscience? Three years ago, if not for you, she would still be the most beautiful rose in Akloit! But now look at her!"

Both Kelvin and Chris were confused. "Explain yourself—what happened three years ago?" Reece demanded.

Seeing Kelvin's confusion, Reece wondered if he truly had no memory of three years prior. Feeling Kelvin wasn't lying, Reece blurted out, "Three years ago in Metshire… were you being chased by a group of people?"

Kelvin vividly remembered the incident—Abbie had tirelessly saved him, resulting in her heart condition relapsing.

"Yes, so what?"

"How do you think they let you go? It was because of Cheyenne…"

Just then, Cheyenne, supposedly unconscious, sat up. A weak voice startled Reece, bringing a smile to his face.

"Cheyenne, you're awake!"

"Don't… don't say anything, Reece. If you ever betray me, I'll cut ties with you!"

Reece, ignoring Kelvin, sat by the bed, grabbing Cheyenne's hand, tears in his eyes. "I was so worried when my agent said something happened. And don't forget you still owe me millions."

"Wow… and yet there wasn't even a written agreement…" Cheyenne, initially touched, felt her feelings vanish. He's stingy enough to remember such a small debt.

"Let's be serious! What happened three years ago is past; we don't owe each other anything," Cheyenne said, her thick eyelashes casting shadows on her eyelids.

Since Cheyenne didn't want to revisit the past, neither did Reece. But he felt sorry for her, for all she'd given for others' benefit.

What exactly happened three years ago? Kelvin entertained a ridiculous idea—could Cheyenne have saved him from the organization?

No way!

At death's door, he'd clearly seen Abbie saving him. After waking, he'd asked her how she'd gotten him out. She'd stammered about meeting someone who'd brought her into the organization and accidentally rescued him. Now, that excuse sounded full of loopholes.

For years, he hadn't questioned Abbie. But now, he doubted. How could I suspect kind-hearted Abbie while thinking about that malicious woman, Cheyenne?

Cheyenne was only eighteen three years ago. It was impossible for her to have known about the Lesa Organization.

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