She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 23 Most Girls Won’t Have a Like for You

Old Mr. Foley gave a cold glance at the tea brick before giving a fake smide and saying. T’m getting cider now, if I drink too much test night, keep me up, so I’ve stopped drinking it. Cheyenne told me to drink more plain water instead?

His blood pressure was high, so he couldn’t drink beverages either,

It was obvious that he was picking a fight with Abbie,

Kelvin felt angry for the first time towards his grandpa’s unreasonable behavior but held back his rage. If Grandpa doesn’t like it, then forget about it “Well, I like drinking plain boiled water. Life is about taking things lightly and eating bland food to keep your mind and body comfortable. Otherwise, you take everything too seriously, your body will naturally suffer…

Abbie’s face turned from red to pale as she hung her head low. Her long and thick eyelashes curled up, casting a shadow on her face

The old mac didn’t pay attention to her and turned his head to ask Kelvin, 1 don’t believe that girl would cheat on you. She loves you more than anyone else in this world. What’s the reason behind all this?”

Love him?

Kelvin couldrit help but laugh at that.

If she really loved him, would she have attended an auction with her lover just one week after their divorce was findized?

“There’s no particular reason,we just have incompatible personalities, Kelvin replied,

The old maris lips twitched slightly.

“She’s only twenty–one years old this year, while you’re almost thirty. You should be more tolerant of her. You’re a bad–tempered and moody old man who’s almost thirty, most girls won’t have a liking for your

An old man?

Kelvin narrowed his pretty eyes slightly before retorting in a soft voice, “Grandpa, you’re already sixty–nine years old!

Who exactly is the older one here?

Old Mr. Foley was rendered speechless,

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help feeling annoyed when she heard old Mr. Foley speaking well

for me, or else

fierce old man, and in the next he was like a child who

Kelvin remained cold

said, “I’ve told you that we’re divorced and there’s no chance of us

decisively and grabbed his

except for an angry old Mr. Foley and a

do now that Kelvin had

Grand

at him.

reasons?” asked old

excellent person, but I didn’t expect her to have so many men around her who seem quite close to

expression from old Mr. Foley followed by his disgust towards Cheyenne, but instead he laughed proudly while stroking his sparse beard. “I knew

the old man’s biased comment. How could he say that

getting a bit tired now. Miss Berry, please feel free to leave,” the old man

left the grand hall, leaving Abbie alone on the sofa with a purple

in my chest. Can I sit here for a while to catch my breath?” Abbie asked as she placed her hand over her chest in an attempt to

old Mr. Foley despised these delicate and weak girls

out either;

one of our guest rooms

hearing this, Abbie smiled. “Thank you, Grandfather,” she said

Berry, please

deep wrinkles on his face. He was a man of few words and even

the stairs and through a long hallway. The entire second floor had a semi–circular design with

hanging from the walls. Everywhere exuded elegance and sophistication. Even just one of the paintings

had requested to visit the Foley mansion, but old Mr. Foley never agreed to meet her before now. She spent ten years

walked, the butler stopped at a room door where he turned around to face Abbie under dim light; his wrinkled face resembling deep grooves in

scabbed over, it clung to his face