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.

shadow on her face. Her fair face appeared indifferent, while her movements were

on the bed, sighing deeply. He felt somewhat annoyed. “Cheyenne, you are just

up a long piece of apple

continuous

Foley

child, did she really think he could be

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 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 every time she had something on her mind, she liked to

wandered to

let me peel an apple

“Don’t bother me!”

I disturbed you. You’re busy, I’ll wait for you on

the sofa away from him, slightly pouting her

watching her. However, once he entered 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

tender, and sweet flesh. The carving technique was exquisite, resembling ancient artworks seen in pictures. Even the assistant couldn’t help but

man in his fifties

the assistant. As for the apple, he couldn’t remember if he threw it away

months later, seeing Cheyenne peeling apples again, he

peel anymore. I

I’m only

carve on the apple again. When she made a

her body’s

thousand apples to practice this skill. How could she forget

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