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!”

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

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

kept his eyes fixed on Cheyenne, but she showed 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

the office was a woman and Cheyenne had been jealous for a long time. Helpless, Kelvin had

hands. He told himself that he did it not because he cared about Cheyenne’s feelings, but because male employees were more efficient than female

gave

her domineering attitude of not allowing him to look

cut

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

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

two or three months, as she stepped back into this familiar place, memories replayed

did her homework. In the hallway on the second floor, beneath a

romantic. He had kissed her out of frustration. Her lips had swollen for several days

past. The future was coming and she had to move forward without thinking about

black professional attire which made people think she was either his

Abbie’s hand and sat down on old Mr. Foley’s left side, deliberately placing

around during the banquet making many people reacquaint

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

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

had such a vulgar wife. Kelvin