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

are just too calm. But

a long piece of apple

thickness, continuous and

Foley was rendered

child, did she really think he could be coaxed

entered, Cheyenne had already picked up the second apple to peel. She did it 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

mind wandered to the

peel an apple

“Don’t bother me!”

you. You’re busy, I’ll wait for you

him, slightly pouting her red

work mode, it was as if he had an automatic filter installed, blocking out all external noise, including Cheyenne. After the assistant finished reporting the work, he lifted his head, and the slender figure on the sofa was nowhere

loopy “K,” had a white, tender, and sweet flesh. The carving technique 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

a masterpiece. Rumored to be a man in his

apple, he couldn’t remember if he

later, seeing Cheyenne peeling apples again, he was

anymore. I can’t eat

Grandpa. I’m only halfway

wanted to carve on the

her

than a thousand apples to

mistake, she quickly changed the direction of the blade, attempting to carve