She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 196: I'm Kindly Advising You Upon hearing this, Cheyenne did not get angry.

Instead, she relaxed her brows, hooked a transparent black lingerie and handed to Jane with a mischievous smile.

"I cannot be a model, but Aunt Jane, I think your figure is good. How about trying this one?" "Black is seductive. Wearing it will definitely show off your figure and boost sales. If I can't do it, Aunt Jane, would you like to give it a try?" No matter what, Jane was a corporate executive of a company. She would definitely disdain to be a lingerie model.

"I am different from you. A bitch like you doesn't deserve to compare to me. Such a lowly job fits a cheap woman like you the best!" Lowly job? Jane's words once again angered Saniya.

Without that group of lingerie models who were willing to put in the effort, her company wouldn't have been what it was or gone public. This tshe wouldn't put up with Jane for Abbie's sake.

After all, she was a successful woman worth billions of dollars. Without stemper, how could she manage such a large company? With a cold expression on his face, he sternly scolded Jane.

"Not everyone can wear the underwear in my company! For example, Miss Lawrence's piece costs at least five figures and has extremely strict requirements for body shape.

"I wouldn't invite someone with a body like yours, Miss Berry, to be a model because it would be disrespectful to my product and to my clients." As the words fell, there was pin-drop silence in the shop.

Jane was completely battered by the retort, and the flames of anger was ignited within herself, constantly seeking an outlet.

The culprit who caused her such embarrassment was right in front of her.

Cheyenne hung the clothes back on the hanger and turned to walk over to Abbie, whispering into her ear with a voice that only two people could hear.

"I'm telling you this out of kindness, Kelvin likes this kind of sexy and seductive type. Men are like that, they say one thing but mean another." "However, a high-class lady like Miss Berry must surely disdain such things. Besides, the size of this clothing is not quite suitable for you." After saying this, she paused for a moment.

Then, she covered her mouth with her hand and continued with a smug expression, "I'm sorry; I was wrong. I forgot about your long illness and how malnutrition caused your figure to shrink, leading to your withdrawal from the Paris dance troupe." Abbie was a ballet dancer. In high school, she was the campus belle inAkloit High School. She had moments of glory. Standing in a golden hall, wearing a white dance dress and dancing gracefully in front of thousands of people, she received countless flowers and applause. But ever since her family went through a sudden upheaval, she was diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, making it inadvisable for her to continue dancing. She spent most of the past year lying in bed, relying on hospital care.

Her once-proud figure began to change due to the medication. Her waist was no longer as slim as before, soft flesh formed on her legs from lack of exercise, and her chest, which had been flat, couldn't compare to Cheyenne's fullness.

"Cheyenne, enough!" Abbie coldly shouted.

Finally, she no longer maintained her ladylike image in front of others. Abbie with dark eyes and hateful expressions was the real Abbie who seemed like another person altogether from before.

"I'm just telling the truth. After all, I've been his wife for three years. Even if there's no mental communication between us, we have sexual intercourse countless times." "As someone who has been through this before, I am kindly giving you advice," Cheyenne said while clicking his tongue at Abbie's anger."Why are you so angry? Could it be because he doesn't want you now?" "It shouldn't be like that. Maybe he loves you so much that he cannot bear to touch you." Cheyenne's words seemed to hit on what bothered Abbie most deeply, causing that pretty face to turn pale with coldness.

The angrier Abbie got; the more pleased Cheyenne felt inside. Fighting against an Angelic bitch brought so much joy.

Abbie liked pretending to be gentle, didn't she? Now let's see how long can she keep up this act? Jane standing beside them wasn't one who would swallow insults quietly. "You really are someone without a mother which means nobody raised you properly! You can say such shameless things publicly!" As soon as Jane finished speaking, Cheyenne lifted her hand, fiercely slapping Jane across the face and making stars appear before Jane's eyes while bruises formed around them.

Her smile disappeared from her face, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. A faint trace of murderous intent lingered, instilling fear in those who witnessed it. Despite being shorter than Jane and appearing much younger, she had a commanding presence.

"Who are you to say I don't have a mother?" Jane covered her face, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of her lips.

But she continued, “Isn't it true? You are a jinx who killed your mother. Since your mother was retarded, she gave birth to a shameless daughter like you."

As soon as Jane mentioned Selah, Cheyenne's bottom line was crossed and she completely erupted. Without hesitation, she grabbed Jane by the hair and fiercely slapped her before finally throwing her over her shoulder. The woman lay on the ground in disarray.

In the next moment, Cheyenne's foot stomped hard on her heavily made-up face with swift action and ap imposing manner. Many people were startled and quickly backed away for fear of being accidentally hurt. At the stthey marveled inwardly: this young girl is really fierce! Look at that woman who was shouting so arrogantly - what good does it do when faced with fists? "I wanted to talk things out with you guys nicely but you should never insult my mother," Cheyenne said sternly. "Although she may not be fully sound in mind, she is kind-hearted and innocent. People like you are not worthy of mentioning her." "If I hear even a bad word about my mother from your foul mouth again, I will smash your teeth one by one." "Don't believe me? You can try whether my fist or your teeth are harder!"

Her words were forceful and resounding throughout the room. Everyone broke out in cold sweat е because of this murderous woman. At this age most girls still enjoy being coddled by their parents while basking in all that youth has to offer. What she had experienced made her fickle personality? She had so many sides like gentle and innocent side, charming and seductive side, and cool and overbearing side.

Saniya did not develop any aversion towards Cheyenne for hitting someone. On the contrary, she appreciated Cheyenne for defending her own mother.