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!”

made Abbie feel confused since Emelia had appeared like an enemy last time they met

staying would be equally uncomfortable, especially since old Mr. Foley didn’t seem to welcome her. If 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

Even when she heard Emelia say that Abbie was his sweetheart, she didn’t appear surprised at all.

and Cheyenne had been

hands. He told himself that he did it not because he cared about

days, Cheyenne gave

her domineering attitude of not allowing him to look at other women

She could truly cut ties completely if she claimed

was too preoccupied with Cheyenne’s attitude to notice the changing glances directed at Abbie from

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

into this familiar place, memories replayed in Cheyenne’s mind like

with a blanket. On that coffee table, he read documents while she did her homework. In the hallway on the second floor,

her out of frustration. Her lips had swollen for several days afterward, and she had

the past. The future was coming and

made people think she was either his

holding Abbie’s hand and sat down on old Mr. Foley’s left side, deliberately placing Abbie near Kelvin and diagonally across from where Cheyenne

around during the banquet

Mr. Foley laughed a lot and asked, “How have you been lately?” Cheyenne sat upright, cutting elegantly

troublesome and always asked the chef to cut it up for her before bringing it out. When he took her out to a Western restaurant,

of the Foley Group, he had such a vulgar