She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 334: A Pampered Girl

He coldly replied to her words, his deep-set eyes showing no hint of pity, only endless chilliness.

Grandpa was right; how could Abbie have the nerve to come to the Foley mansion? After all, she was the one who had killed his and Cheyenne’s child. If it weren’t for the fact that she was his lifesaver, Kelvin might have killed her long ago.

As for why Grandpa didn’t like her? She knew that too.

In front of Grandpa, displaying her wealth was like teaching a tycoon how to make money.

Grandpa had been a poor boy when he was young. Before marrying Grandma, he had a first love, a girl from a wealthy family. They were separated because the girl’s parents disliked the poor and loved the rich.

Since that day, Grandpa vowed to become a superior person. He did it, rising from a man with nothing to the center of power.

Later, when he felt he could start a retirement life, he retired. He made the Foley family become the richest one in Akloit.

Old Mr. Foley, in his youth, was a ruthless and decisive person with deep calculations. Having seen countless people, he could easily see someone’s character just by a glance.

So, he was well aware of what Abbie was thinking and plotting against.

However, he was old now, and as long as it wasn’t too much, he could choose to turn a blind eye.

In the second-floor bedroom, knowing that old Mr. Foley hadn’t eaten enough, Cheyenne sat in the chair opposite him, casually picking up an apple. With a graceful and steady hand, she used a fruit knife to peel the apple.

curly eyelashes cast a shadow on her face. Her fair face appeared indifferent, while

lay on the bed, sighing deeply. He felt somewhat annoyed. “Cheyenne, you are just too calm. But don’t be afraid;

looked up, holding up a long piece of apple peel, offering it to him

continuous

Foley was

she really think

quietly and seriously, as if the thing in her hand wasn’t an apple, but a work of art. The scene was static but exceptionally harmonious and warm. Grandpa lay on the bed, eating apples while watching TV. She moved her long and beautiful fingers slowly, not blinking. Kelvin’s footsteps unconsciously lightened, afraid of disturbing the two. Involuntarily, he also thought about whether Cheyenne had accompanied Grandpa like this when he wasn’t around. He had known her for five years, and it seemed that

wandered

let me peel

“Don’t bother me!”

disturbed you. You’re busy, I’ll

away from him, slightly pouting her red lips, earnestly peeling an

mode, it was as if he had an automatic filter installed, blocking out all external noise, including

was exquisite, resembling ancient artworks seen in pictures. Even the assistant couldn’t help but praise, “Miss Lawrence’s technique is similar to that of a famous artist I’ve seen, but it’s

to be a man in his fifties

assistant. As for the apple, he couldn’t

Cheyenne peeling apples again, he was

don’t peel anymore. I

okay, Grandpa. I’m

on the apple again. When she made a

her

it took more than a thousand apples to practice

had made a mistake, she quickly changed the direction of