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!”

had appeared like an enemy last time they

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

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 to

and Cheyenne had been jealous for a long time. Helpless,

that he did it not because he cared

days, Cheyenne gave herself up and resumed her lazy

her domineering attitude of not allowing him to look at other

heartless. She could truly cut ties completely if she claimed

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

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

for two or three months, as she stepped back into this familiar place, memories replayed in Cheyenne’s mind

did her homework. In the hallway on the second floor, beneath a painting of Mona Lisa, she had

process wasn’t particularly romantic. He had kissed her out of frustration. Her lips had

in the past. The future was coming and she had to move forward without thinking about Kelvin or

Mr. Foley while wearing black professional attire which made people think she was either his bodyguard or subordinate. She

Mr.

Vincent wandered around during the banquet

“How have you been lately?” Cheyenne sat upright, cutting elegantly into

and always asked the chef to cut it up for her before bringing it out. When he took her out to a Western restaurant, she stabbed the whole steak to eat it, which drew countless sneers

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