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,

Looked

He Looked Up

OError

didn’t dare to speak, but she couldn’t help feeling annoyed when she heard old Mr. Foley speaking well of Cheyenne. After all, Abbie

to go and bring Cheyenne back for me, or else

man, and in the

remained

divorced and there’s no chance

decisively and grabbed his

an angry old Mr. Foley and a nervous

she do now that

Grand

please the old man, Abbie smiled lightly at him. don’t

asked old Mr.

I didn’t expect her to have so many men around her who seem quite close to her,” whispered Abbie while staring

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

angry at the old man’s biased comment. How could he say that Kelvin wasn’t good enough for Cheyenne? It was

free to leave,” the old man said

leaving Abbie alone on the sofa with a purple face. She

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 look

did she know that old Mr. Foley despised these delicate and weak girls who acted like they were about to faint at

just kick her out either; it would be too heartless of

isn’t feeling well, prepare one of our guest rooms for

Abbie smiled. “Thank you,

please

to be around fifty years old with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He was a man of few words and even his black suit was the most traditional and

the stairs and through a long hallway. The

the walls. Everywhere exuded elegance and sophistication. Even just one of the paintings on the wall wouldnty fetch a high price

time visiting this old mansion. She had requested to visit the Foley mansion,

Abbie under dim light; his wrinkled face resembling deep grooves in soil

long scabbed over, it clung to his face like an ugly