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.

despicable woman! How dare you slander Emelia?” Franklin

derelict, and still have the audacity to blame it on Emelia. How dare

at

settle her three months’ salary and have her leave

Cheyenne, who bit her rosy lip in silence,

who stood in her nightgown, had never provoked such

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

she said, coughing. She was content with three months’ salary, even if it meant

handed the maid a business

the maid looked at the delicate hand holding the silver-gilded business card, her

you, Miss Lawrence,” the

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 Emelia, she had supported the

couldn’t stand someone more attractive. Miss Berry, with her ordinary looks but talent, had made her feel a slight connection. 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

remaining in the corridor felt the matter had come to a temporary close. The maid accidentally lost the keys, and Abbie happened to

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

of her face was visibly swollen. However, Kelvin, now unsympathetic, coldly said, “Go back; Grandpa doesn’t want to