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

to stay or leave, but now she was reluctant to go. Yet 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 a special gift tonight to please old Mr. Foley, and she believed it would surely amaze everyone and help mend

no reaction whatsoever. Even when she heard Emelia say that Abbie was his sweetheart, she didn’t appear surprised at all. She just shrugged as if it didn’t matter

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

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 male employees

for three days, Cheyenne gave herself

allowing him to look at other women

cut ties completely if she claimed not

the changing glances directed

Mrs. Foley, an incredibly prestigious title, was about to change

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

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 had gave

of frustration. Her lips had swollen

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 good or bad

old Mr. Foley while wearing black professional attire which made people think she was

moment Emelia, walked in holding Abbie’s hand and sat down on old Mr. Foley’s left side, deliberately placing

the banquet making many

asked, “How have you been lately?” Cheyenne sat upright,

her before bringing it out.

a vulgar wife.