She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 207: Cheyenne Brings ShUpon Herself Kelvin was infuriated by her disrespectful behavior. His cold, piercing eyes narrowed slightly as a dark emotion flickered across them. Cheyenne was a heartless woman who enjoyed maliciously speculating about others.

Abbie, on the other hand, concealed her inner delight and pretended to be in a difficult situation as she looked over at Kelvin. "Miss Foley trusts me, and I am grateful for that. However, Miss Lawrence's pole dance is not the sas my ballet performance. I'm afraid it wouldn't be fair competition." Pole dance? The people present looked at Cheyenne with disdainful eyes; in their minds, pole dancing was labeled as vulgar compared to ballet - especially among those who considered themselves high society ladies or wealthy wives.

Moreover, Cheyenne's stunning beauty made her even more intimidating than Abbie's petite and pitiful appearance which won everyone's favor and support.

"Miss Berry, you worry too much," said Cheyenne with a smile. "If you think that pole dancing cannot compare to ballet easily enough, then why don't we perform ballet together?" Cheyenne's words caused Emelia to burst into laughter like she had heard something hilarious while holding onto her stomach.

"Miss Lawrence," Emelia continued after calming down from laughing so hard. "Who do you think you are? Ballet is not something one can learn overnight! Moreover, Abbie has been practicing for over ten years now and is even a professor at Varsden College of Dance! You... I'm not trying to discourage you but it would be better if you surrendered early." Emelia's words undoubtedly made Abbie more confident. She had the title of an art college professor, which meant that Cheyenne lost this round.

Kelvin frowned upon hearing Emilia's words before glaring at her sternly and saying, "If you have nothing better to do, then go back to studying! This matter ends here! Tonight is Grandpa's birthday banquet, not an occasion for venting personal emotions." "Kelvin," said Emilia accusingly while looking directly into his eyes “Are you siding with Cheyenne? You know very well that she will bring shupon herself so you stopped us?" She noticed that when Kelvin looked towards Abbie, his gaze remained calm, but when he gazed towards Cheyenne, his eyes were filled with anger, affection, resentment along with jealousy. This was how men should look when they saw someone they liked right before their very own eyes.

He clearly liked this despicable woman named Cheyenne but didn't realize it himself.

Emelia's words hit the mark, and Kelvin's expression darkened further. The intimidating aura that surrounded him caused the temperature in the vicinity to drop several degrees - terrifying anyone nearby. "Cheyenne has nothing to do with me. Even if it's a self-inflicted humiliation, it's her own choice," Kelvin said coldly as he walked over to an empty seat, showing his indifference towards the situation.

Abbie's eyes lit up, and she nodded confidently, accepting the challenge. She was sure that she could beat Cheyenne as long as Kelvin didn't help her.

Old Mr. Foley couldn't do much about the situation and secretly glared at Emelia, wondering if she had been slacking off on her studies lately and needed more practice.

The order of performance was determined by drawing lots, unfortunately for Cheyenne, she drew second place.

Abbie had special dance shoes that she left behind during her last visit to the Foley Mansion and hadn't taken them back yet. When the servant brought them down from upstairs, Cheyenne's heart skipped a beat and momentarily blanked out.

Her smile beceven colder and more sarcastic than before. Ever since she moved out of here, Abbie had moved in with Kelvin? It wasn't surprising at all that there would be a pair of shoes belonging to her here too. Abbie elegantly changed into her dancing shoes which matched perfectly with her white chiffon dress tonight. Her confidence shone through every spin, jump and arm extension like an elegant swan playing in a lake – just like something straight out of a fairytale storybook.

To outsiders who were watching this performance without any knowledge or expertise on dance techniques might think it was impressive but not Cheyenne.

When Abbie jumped halfway up into the air earlier on during one move, Cheyenne noticed how obvious it was that Abbie's her feet were not aligned properly, and there was a slight tremor upon landing.

It may have been subtle but Cheyenne saw it nonetheless. Perhaps due to lack of practice combined with her foot injury, her skills were evidently impacted.

Even if she hadn't been injured during her peak, Cheyenne knew that there was no way Abbie could have beca professor at Varsden Art College. There were reasons for that.

Cheyenne looked towards Kelvin who also happened to be looking right back at her. He saw disdain and contempt in her eyes, and this only fueled Kelvin's frustration. He downed his drink, feeling inexplicably agitated.

"Wow! Abie dances so beautifully! She looks just like a fairy!" Emelia exclaimed admiringly while gazing enviously at Abbie.

"Miss Berry's performance of Swan Lake is the most technically precise I have ever seen," remarked one spectator.

"It looks like Miss Lawrence is going to lose," another chimed in.

As the applause died down, Abbie felt beads of sweat forming on her ad a congenital heart forehead. She had a condition and hadn't exercised in a while, and she could feel her stamina waning. She used to be able to spin twenty times, but now she was struggling at fifteen.

Finally, with a graceful finish and a bow, Abbie received thunderous applause from the audience. As she walked over to Cheyenne with a smile on her face, she spoke softly, "Miss Lawrence, you can still back out now." "I didn't really want to compete against you either. But Miss Foley trustsand I can't let her down." Abbie looked pensive as she added, "I'm also worried that if I win, it will look like bullying someone smaller than me. For your sake too, why don't you just quit now?" Cheyenne raised an eyebrow at this suggestion before responding, "Well, Miss Berry, you should worry more about the mistakes in your routine just now." "Black Swan requires 32 single-leg rotations, but you performed only 15 spins. Additionally, your footwork exceeded thirty centimeters which is not allowed according to the choreography."

The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention towards Cheyenne. They wondered how an airhead like eye could know so much about ballet and pinpoint exactly where Abbie went wrong. "Cheyenne, what nonsense are you spewing? If Abbie can't dance well, what are you then? If you're so capable, step up and show us!" Emelia shouted in defiance. She had firmly believed that Cheyenne was nothing more than eye candy with no abilities, but in the next moment, she was proven wrong by Cheyenne's actions.