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!”

Emelia had appeared like an enemy

Kelvin didn’t step in and insist, she might indeed

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

woman and Cheyenne had been jealous for a long

her own hands. He told himself that he did it not because he

Cheyenne gave herself up and resumed her

attitude of not allowing him to

was indeed heartless. She could truly cut

Cheyenne’s attitude to notice the changing glances directed

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

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

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

of frustration. Her 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

which made people think she was either

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

wandered around during the banquet making

lately?” Cheyenne sat upright, cutting elegantly into steak with knife

like this. She found it too troublesome and always asked the chef to cut it up for her before

he had such a vulgar wife. Kelvin was disgusted and