She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 337: Franklin Points Fingers

Cheyenne suddenly realized what Abbie just told her was nothing but a lie. She chuckled. “Miss Berry, so you’re entertaining thoughts of passion with Mr. Foley on my bed? Well, well, this is truly eye-opening. Seems like you wealthy folks enjoy such games!”

With that, Kelvin’s face grew even darker, his voice icy as he angrily retorted, “Cheyenne, what nonsense are you spouting?”

He had never touched Abbie before, not in the past, not now, and certainly not in the future. However, Abbie, whose thoughts were now laid bare, surprised everyone. The poised and elegant debutante revealed herself as a scandalous woman.

The servants’ eyes, once respectful, now bore disdain and mockery for Abbie.

Emelia, summoned by Kelvin just as she settled to sleep, appeared with Vincent. Upon hearing that the keys were taken by her, Emelia’s gaze faltered for a moment. She hastily approached and slapped the maid across the face.

“You’re lying! I never asked you for the keys. You neglected your duty, and Miss Berry happened to find them. Don’t pin it on me!”

Small red marks adorned the fair skin of the maid’s face as she tearfully spoke, “I didn’t, Master Kelvin. Truly, it was Lady Emelia who asked me to bring her the keys.”

Franklin, his eyes as fierce as a predator, suddenly kicked the maid hard in the chest. She coughed, collapsing onto the cold floor, spitting out blood that splattered like bewitching peach blossoms on the white surface.

dare you slander Emelia?”

and still have the audacity to blame it on Emelia.

snort, coldly stared at her kneeling form. Undoubtedly, she was just

her three months’ salary and have her

command, Joe led the maid away. The red stain on the floor remained, noticed by Cheyenne, who bit

who stood in her nightgown, had never provoked such anger from

actions revealed the ugliest side of humanity – the abuse of wealth, the mistreatment of

the maid bowed to Kelvin. “Thank you, Master,” she said, coughing. She

she handed the maid a business card. “This is from my friend, a general practitioner. Visit him; it’s

holding the silver-gilded business card,

Lawrence,”

She had lived here for three years, and just like others, she had gossiped about Cheyenne and Abbie. When she handed the keys to

However, she had clearly made a mistake. In her moment of distress, Miss Berry had regarded her with a threatening gaze, cold and aloof, unlike the

corridor felt the matter had come to a temporary close. The maid accidentally lost the keys, and Abbie happened to find them. As for why she

publicly slapped by Kelvin, stood her ground with a strong demeanor. She explained with a tearful gaze, “I’m sorry, Kelvin. I didn’t think much after finding the keys. I just wanted to try, and the door opened. My

made her look pitiable. The slapped side of her face was visibly swollen. However, Kelvin, now unsympathetic, coldly said, “Go