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!”

sudden move made Abbie feel confused since Emelia had appeared like an enemy last time they met but now acted like another person

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

say that Abbie was his sweetheart, she didn’t appear

was a woman and Cheyenne had been

was so happy that she made him breakfast with her own hands. He told himself that he did it not because he cared about Cheyenne’s feelings, but because

him for three days, Cheyenne gave herself up and resumed her lazy

him

could truly cut ties completely

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

title, was about to change

into this familiar place, memories replayed

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,

particularly romantic. He had kissed her out of frustration. Her lips had swollen for several days afterward, and

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

wearing black professional attire which made people think

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

banquet making many people

have you been lately?” Cheyenne sat upright, cutting elegantly into steak with knife and fork

the chef to cut it up for her

the CEO of the Foley Group, he had such a vulgar wife. Kelvin was disgusted and