She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 209 Cheyenne, What Are You Afraid Of? Cheyenne, who was considered a loser by everyone, had won. She effortlessly defeat Abbie.

Those who had doubted Cheyenne’s abilities were now in awe of her. Abbie stood there like a lost soul, staring blankly at Kelvin as he walked away with another woman, feeling an overwhelming sense of despair that made her want to give up on everything.

The onlookers’ gazes had shifted from admiration, jealousy, and flattery at the beginning to now a mix of disdain and pity, catching Abbie off guard with the sudden change.

Why? Cheyenne was supposed to be incompetent.

The air was thick with mockery towards Abbie, making it hard for her to breathe. She blacked out momentarily before Vincent picked her up and instructed someone to call a doctor.

Old Mr. Foley announced that Emelia would be sent back to her room until she learned from her mistakes after ruining his 70th birthday celebration with all the chaos caused by her.

Emelia was scared; it wasn’t supposed to end this way – Cheyenne injured herself while winning against Abbie who fainted afterwards; yet Grandpa directed all his anger towards Emelia instead!

Upstairs, in the dimly lit corridor, the soft light fell on Kelvin’s face, accentuating his chiseled and handsome profile. Beneath his straight nose, his lips were pressed together, and the anger at the corners of his mouth was impossible to conceal.

Was he angry? Oh yes, he had every reason to be. After all, his beloved had lost to him in front of this large audience.

“Kelvin, if you’re really a man, then put me down!”

His clothes accidentally tore as she made intense movements with her small hands, undoing the top three buttons to reveal a tight and muscular chest.

it, her eyes dimming slightly, quickly

wearing a black shirt intentionally to

or not!” He looked down, and he saw her pink, slightly flushed face, unsure if it was from anger

seemed like she finally relented. This sulky, yet somewhat adorable look on her face made him smile inwardly. He quickened his pace as they were about to reach his room. However, Cheyenne’s feelings took an odd turn, and she struggled in his arms. “Let me go! I’m not going to your

he had no choice but to carry her to

door, Cheyenne felt a complex mix of emotions. This room was incredibly familiar to her, as she had lived there for almost three years. Every item inside was something

a self-deprecating smile, she said, “Mr. Foley, aren’t you

a few seconds of silence, Kelvin’s deep and resonant voice broke through. His handsome, dark brows

hearing and responded with a sarcastic snort, “You’re all talk

almost wished he could swallow her whole. He never

crush her and avoid the recurring loss of control that she seemed to cause him. As a master of self-control and strategic planning, Kelvin had never experienced such a lack of control in his life. He used to be afraid of dealing with emotions, and now he

up!” Kelvin’s temples throbbed, as he struggled to contain his emotions. He let out a heavy,

startled the

Foley’s eyes briefly gleamed with an enigmatic light as he called a maid and whispered something to her. The embarrassed

it to be converted into a storage room or that other woman’s bedroom. Instead, everything inside the room was arranged exactly as before. The potted plant she had kept

But why?

her by the bedside with a not-so-gentle touch, and his voice carried a hint of unnatural emotion.

“Oh.”

It made sense.