She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 22: A Slap in the Face

It meant that the young man was really the world–famous talented pianist Benson Gibbs.

Mr. James also saw Cheyenne standing beside Benson and a warm smile appeared on his face.

“Lo…” When Mr. James breathed the first syllable, Cheyenne immediately interrupted him by reaching out to shake hands with him and saying with a smile, “I’m Benson’s friend. My last name is Lawrence.”

Obviously, this straightforward foreigner didn’t understand why Cheyenne wanted to hide her identity as Lora.

But when in Rome do as the Romans do. He didn’t expose her lin

“Three years ago, thanks to Mr. Gibbs‘ guidance, he helped me revise my piece of music. Otherwise, ‘Don Juan‘ wouldn’t be a hit.”

This traditional classical music was popular in the past but would seem somewhat depressing if played today. Benson simply changed the combination of instruments inside it and broke down its more difficult parts into simpler ones.

The style of this piece remained unchanged but became more fluid which left people intoxicated by it after listening to it.

After becoming famous worldwide, Mr. James had always wanted to thank Benson, so that’s why he chose Benson’s country for the final stop of his global tour.

Benson was the one who wrote “Don Juan“, which excited many opera lovers even more.

The male god stood right in front of them!

In comparison, Danielle’s face was pale and bloodless.

‘It was all Cheyenne’s doing. She intentionally set me up!‘ Danielle thought indignantly.

“Now, do you still think your broken wrist for one million is a loss?” Cheyenne turned around and looked at her, lips curling into a mocking smile.

“Just wait, I won’t let you get away with this!” Danielle said angrily before turning around and leaving in embarrassment.

“Just a friendly reminder, if you don’t get your hand fixed soon, it might be useless in the future. Hahaha.” Cheyenne laughed loudly like a fox who had stolen grapes.

her for breaking someone else’s wrist, they inexplicably found it cool. Especially after finding out that

Won’t Have &

Girls Won’t Have a

Mansion sat amidst lush greenery with houses scattered about. The European–style buildings were constructed

grand hall hung Swarovski crystal chandeliers while black–and–white checkered floors added to its luxurious decor. Sitting on the sofa was an elderly man

were extremely clear, without any trace of

on his face as he looked towards the door, his beard

two figures appeared in

with the suit jacket draped over

tall and slender figure was like a towering mountain

him timidly stood Abbie in a pink Chanel–style suit with long chestnut hair. She had pure features

out as he walked

Foley family’s old mansion. What is an outsider doing here?” old Mr. Foley’s gaze

years now, from high school

a moment before helplessly saying, “Grandfather,

the door, holding her gift bag tightly and not knowing what to do next while looking

man… If it weren’t for him meddling all these

be that your father has an illegitimate daughter outside?” The old man stomped his cane on the

her face turning red with

accusations, he paused in his tracks and quickly explained, “Dad, please don’t accuse me

out to him in

before sighing quietly and nodding nonchalantly as if responding to her

a vegetable due to a car accident ten years ago. They moved to a small island abroad where they rarely returned home. Kelvin took over the Foley Group when he was a teenager and gradually developed a cold demeanor, maintaining an expressionless face even

“Dad,” Kelvin called out.

grab something. I’ll catch up with you later.” Corey smiled

him a fierce glare. “Your

Divorced?

glare before y

a second, furrowing his eyebrows slightly before helplessly saying, “Dad, it’s already settled. There’s no point in talking about it now. For the sake of family harmony, I’d rather

precisely because of family harmony that scold