She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 332: Porsche Cayenne

Cheyenne then glanced at Abbie and said with a seemingly serious tone, “Miss Berry, the blue Porsche Cayenne you drive is indeed quite resistant to being smashed.”

Old Mr. Foley, after listening, fell into a brief contemplation. He raised his head and looked at Kelvin, then slowly spoke, “The blue Porsche Cayenne, I remember we have one in the garage. I think I bought it to give to Cheyenne as a birthday present.”

Kelvin didn’t deny it, nodding calmly, “Yes, that’s the one.”

Wait, the car was a gift from Grandpa?

Cheyenne’s astonished expression angered old Mr. Foley, who slammed the bowl onto the table with a loud bang.

“Kelvin, can you explain what’s going on? Why doesn’t Cheyenne know about it?”

Old Mr. Foley, already unwell, turned red with anger and kept coughing. He lowered his head in guilt and explained, “Grandpa, I bought the car, but her driving skills are too poor, and she almost had an accident. So, I forbade her from driving again.”

This incident… she remembered it now. It seemed that because she had just obtained her driver’s license and was excited, she accidentally hit the rear of the car the first time she prepared to drive. Kelvin, angry, coldly ordered the butler to lock the garage and forbade her from driving.

Cheyenne lightly laughed, her gaze carrying a hint of mockery as she looked at Abbie, “So, that’s how it is. It seems like we bought the same model. Miss Berry told me at that time that Mr. Foley gave her the car as a gift.”

As she finished speaking, Abbie’s face turned red and then pale. Sensing everyone’s eyes on her, mixed with disdain and disgust, was particularly unbearable.

day on the street when she preferred to borrow money from Sam rather than acknowledge

of Mr. Foley, but because Miss Berry blocked my way. As the saying goes, a good dog doesn’t block the road. I’m not an ambassador for

so angry that she couldn’t maintain her smile. Her eyes turned red, tears hung on her

who are you calling a dog? Do you have any manners? First, you insulted me as a chicken, and now

to retort, glaring at Cheyenne, her eyes filled with venomous

Cheyenne remained expressionless, facing Emelia

a good person, so you have to be an animal? If you want to be one, that’s fine, but do you have to drag Miss Berry

“Pfft!”

old Mr. Foley had just brought to his mouth was sprayed out all at once. Caught off guard, the dishes in front of him were

stunned, and even Vincent, who had picked up

her meal,

Foley pouted and complained, looking at Cheyenne with

never been so

choose a

be a

insulted her as an “animal,” which also implicated her father, but Grandpa didn’t blame her

Kelvin ordered Joe,

was just right. Now, asking for a replacement meant waiting for at

again, it would take at least an hour. Make these wealthy folks wait hungry for an

exposed her lie and

deliberately said that to see how you and Kelvin would react…”