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.

questioning gaze. He looked at Cheyenne seriously, recalling the day on the street when she preferred to borrow money from

I smashed the car not because of Mr. Foley, but because Miss Berry blocked my way. As the saying goes, a good dog doesn’t

couldn’t maintain her smile. Her eyes turned

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

at Cheyenne, her eyes filled

Cheyenne remained expressionless, facing Emelia

be 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

“Pfft!”

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

had picked up a dish in mid-air,

having finished her meal,

old Mr. Foley pouted and complained,

have never been so rude at

sorry, Grandpa. I’ll choose a different place next

There’s going to be a next

Cheyenne She insulted her as an “animal,” which

in new dishes,” Kelvin ordered Joe, putting down his

Now, asking for a replacement meant waiting for at least an hour. Did they have the courage to let this group of wealthy people starve

hour. Make these wealthy folks wait hungry for an hour? Joe didn’t have the guts for

heartlessly exposed her lie and mocked her, and now Grandpa probably liked her

was just joking with you. I deliberately said that to see how you and Kelvin would react…” Before she could finish her sentence, Cheyenne interrupted, supporting her chin with one