She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 205: Your Lady is Over There

Cheyenne didn’t want to waste any more time with the scumbag couple, so she sweetly stepped forward and took old Mr. Foley’s arm. “Grandpa, it’s chilly outside. Let’s go in.”

“Okay, okay! I’m so happy that you came to see me. Come on, I have your favorite mango pudding cake prepared at the party. I had the butler specially make it for you.”

Joe, who had been standing behind them all along, gave Cheyenne a faint smile and respectfully bowed his body. “Mrs. Foley, it’s been a long time.”

Cheyenne nodded her head at him and responded softly, “Uncle Joe, please call me Cheyenne from now on. I’m no longer your lady anymore. Your new lady is next to your young master over there; don’t call her by mistake.”

Joe remained silent.

Old Mr. Foley listened with regret; it seemed that Kelvin really hurt Cheyenne.

She was someone who knew what she loved and hated; saying this meant that she was kicking her grandson out of her world – not a good sign.

Kelvin coldly looked at Cheyenne with icy eyes as his heart suddenly sank into sharp pain mixed with anger.

He couldn’t say anything back.

Emelia brightened up and quickly went over to hold Abbie’s hand like sisters do while coquettishly saying, “Abbie, don’t be sad! Grandpa is just joking around with you! Come on in together with me! You’re Kelvin’s sweetheart after all – no one can replace you even if some people have thick skin!”

had appeared like an enemy last time they met

Kelvin didn’t step in and insist, she might indeed become the clown of this evening’s event. After standing there for several minutes without any sign of action from Kelvin, Abbie began to feel anxious. She had prepared a

showed no reaction whatsoever. Even when she heard Emelia say that Abbie was his

when they first got married, his secretary at the office was a woman and Cheyenne had been jealous for a long time. Helpless, Kelvin had to replace all the staff

did it not because he cared about Cheyenne’s feelings, but

Cheyenne gave herself up and resumed her lazy

allowing him to look

could truly cut ties completely if she claimed not

attitude to notice the changing glances directed at Abbie from

Mrs. Foley, an incredibly prestigious title, was about to change hands. Of course, they needed

for two or three months, as she stepped back into this familiar place, memories replayed in Cheyenne’s mind like scenes rewinding in a

had covered her with a blanket. On that coffee table, he read documents while she did her homework. In the hallway on the second floor, beneath a painting of Mona Lisa, she

lips had swollen for several days afterward,

memories like these; they were all in the past. The future was coming and she had to move forward without thinking about Kelvin or those

attire which made people think she was either his bodyguard or subordinate. She

Mr. Foley’s left side, deliberately placing Abbie near Kelvin and diagonally across from

banquet making many people

a lot and asked, “How have you been lately?” Cheyenne sat upright, cutting elegantly into

like this. She found it too troublesome and always asked the chef to cut it up for her before bringing it out. When he took

Group, he had such a vulgar wife. Kelvin was disgusted and felt embarrassed by