She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 205: Your Lady is Over There Cheyenne didn't want to waste any more twith the scumbag couple, so she sweetly stepped forward and took old Mr. Foley's arm. "Grandpa, it's chilly outside. Let's go in." "Okay, okay! I'm so happy that you cto see me. Con, I have your favorite mango pudding cake prepared at the party. I had the butler specially make it for you." Joe, who had been standing behind them all along, gave Cheyenne a faint smile and respectfully bowed his body. "Mrs. Foley, it's been a long time." Cheyenne nodded her head at him and responded softly, "Uncle Joe, please callCheyenne from now on. I'm no longer your lady anymore. Your new lady is next to your young master over there; don't call her by mistake." Joe remained silent.

Old Mr. Foley listened with regret; it seemed that Kelvin really hurt Cheyenne.

She was someone who knew what she loved and hated; saying this meant that she was kicking her grandson out of her world - not a good sign.

Kelvin coldly looked at Cheyenne with icy eyes as his heart suddenly sank into sharp pain mixed with anger. He couldn't say anything back.

Emelia brightened up and quickly went over to hold Abbie's hand like sisters do while coquettishly saying, "Abbie, don't be sad! Grandpa is just joking around with you! Con in together with me! You're Kelvin's sweetheart after all – no one can replace you even if speople have thick skin!" Her sudden move made Abbie feel confused since Emelia had appeared like an enemy last tthey met but now acted like another person entirely different today.

However, her words seemed to please Abbie. The latter was feeling rather awkward and unsure whether to stay or leave, but now she was reluctant to go. Yet staying would be equally uncomfortable, especially since old Mr. Foley didn't seem to welcher. If Kelvin didn't step in and insist, she might indeed becthe clown of this evening's event. After standing there for several minutes without any sign of action from Kelvin, Abbie began to feel anxious. She had prepared a special gift tonight to please old Mr. Foley, and she believed it would surely amaze everyone and help mend the situation.

Kelvin kept his eyes fixed on Cheyenne, but she showed no reaction whatsoever. Even when she heard Emelia say that Abbie was his sweetheart, she didn't appear surprised at all. She just shrugged as if it didn't matter to her.

He remembered when they first got married, his secretary at the office was a woman and Cheyenne had been jealous for a long time. Helpless, Kelvin had to replace all the staff in the CEO's office with men.

She was so happy that she made him breakfast with her own hands. He told himself that he did it not because he cared about Cheyenne's feelings, but because male employees were more efficient than female ones.

After pleasing him for three days, Cheyenne gave herself up and resumed her lazy sleeping habits. However, her domineering attitude of not allowing him to look at other women remained unchanged. She was indeed heartless. She could truly cut ties completely if she claimed not to care! Kelvin was too preoccupied with Cheyenne's attitude to notice the changing glances directed at Abbie from the people around.

The future Mrs. Foley, an incredibly prestigious title, was about to change hands. Of course, they needed to curry favor.

After being away for two or three months, as she stepped back into this familiar place, memories replayed in Cheyenne's mind like scenes rewinding in a movie.

On this couch, Kelvin had covered her with a blanket. On that coffee table, he read documents while she did her homework. In the hallway on the second floor, beneath a painting of Mona Lisa, she had gave her first kiss.

Although the process wasn't particularly romantic. He had kissed her out of frustration. Her lips had swollen for several days afterward, and she had been too embarrassed to go to school.

There were too many memories like these; they were all in the past. The future was coming and she had to move forward without thinking about Kelvin or those good or bad memories.

Cheyenne pretended unaffectedly sitting next to old Mr. Foley while wearing black professional attire which made people think she was either his bodyguard or subordinate. She looked out of place among all these elegant clothes.

At this moment Emelia, walked in holding Abbie's hand and sat down on old Mr. Foley's left side, deliberately placing Abbie near Kelvin and diagonally across from where Cheyenne sat.

Meanwhile Vincent wandered around during the banquet making many people reacquaint themselves with him. Old Mr. Foley laughed a lot and asked, "How have you been lately?" Cheyenne sat upright, cutting elegantly into steak with knife and fork and showing off proper etiquette.

Kelvin remembered that Cheyenne used to not eat steak like this. She found it too troublesand always asked the chef to cut it up for her before bringing it out. When he took her out to a Western restaurant, she stabbed the whole steak to eat it, which drew countless sneers from others.

As the CEO of the Foley Group, he had such a vulgar wife. Kelvin was disgusted and felt embarrassed by her behavior.

But now as he watched Cheyenne eat the steak skillfully and effortlessly according to his standards, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness in his heart.

How many men had she gone out with before learning how to behave like this? Little did he know that Cheyenne only acted that way because she wanted to be herself in front of him. She wanted them both to live without restraint and just enjoy themselves.

However, all of that seemed crude and vulgar in Kelvin's eyes.

"I'm doing great! I've made quite a few friends. I'll bring them over one day so Grandpa can meet them too," Cheyenne said cheerfully.

Upon hearing this, old Mr. Foley immediately felt a sense of crisis and jokingly asked, "Are they male or female?"

Cheyenne used her fork to pick up a piece of beef and brought it to her lips. Her vibrant red lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth. She elegantly bit into the beef, chewing slowly. With a slight, closed-lip smile, she replied, "Male."

To stimulate his grandson, old Mr. Foley pretended to be happy while internally feeling like exploding. "Great! Bring them over one day so I can help you pick which one is most suitable for you." Wait... Was he trying to set up Cheyenne with someone else?

Not only was Cheyenne stunned but even Kelvin paused mid-action.

m "Screech." The sudden noise drew ch" everyone's attention, and they all turned to look. It turned out that the sound was coming from Emelia.