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.

on the street when she preferred to borrow money from Sam rather than acknowledge him. Finally, he

misunderstand. I smashed the car not because of Mr. Foley, but because Miss Berry blocked my way. As the saying goes,

angry that she couldn’t maintain her smile.

manners? First, you insulted me as

up to retort, glaring at Cheyenne, her eyes

Cheyenne remained expressionless, facing

things. What? Can’t 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 Miss Berry into

“Pfft!”

to his mouth was sprayed out all

and even Vincent, who had picked up a dish

finished her

complained, looking at Cheyenne with a

you’re really something. I have never been so rude at

Grandpa. I’ll choose a

There’s going to be a next time? Emelia

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

new dishes,” Kelvin ordered Joe,

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

chef had to prepare it again, it would take at least an hour. Make these wealthy folks wait hungry for an hour? Joe didn’t have the guts for

Cheyenne had heartlessly exposed her lie and mocked her, and now Grandpa

and Kelvin would react…” Before she