She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 221: All He Had Was Money Her delicate hand reached into the pocket of her clothes and she suddenly felt embarrassed. She had changed into these clothes at the Foley Mansion and had forgotten that there was no money in them. Despite boasting about having five million to spend, she couldn't find any money now, and the people around her looked at Cheyenne with mocking eyes.

Seeing this, Sam felt nervous for Cheyenne. Was she serious? Suddenly, a petite figure appeared in front of Sam. Her bright starry eyes were shining like crystal under the summer sky.

"Ahem... Master Sam, could you lendfive million temporarily? I promise to pay you back as soon as I get htoday." Cheyenne had lived for 21 years, but this was the first tshe had ever borrowed money from anyone. It was quite embarrassing. Her face turned red visibly fast; even her neck blushed pinkish-white color which made her look sexy yet cute at the stime. Sam paused for a second before his smile deepened slightly on his lips. "She must be crazy! Asking someone on the street for five million? Only an idiot would lend it to her," an onlooker said sarcastically.

"Not necessarily,” replied another person who overheard their conversation. “I think that guy seems to like her quite a bit. He can afford a Rolls-Royce so five million is probably just pocket change." "But isn't that woman wearing white dress saying that young girl is her husband's mistress? How canother sucker comes along willing to spend money on her again? Her private life is really messed up; I don't understand it." "What's there not to understand?" said yet another person who joined their conversation. "It's obvious that this woman has found herself another rich sugar daddy." All these harsh words were heard by Kelvin whose eyebrows were furrowed tightly together in anger and frustration.

What husband? What mistress? Did Cheyenne misunderstand something again? No wonder when she looked at him earlier, there was such disdain in her beautiful eyes.

What annoyed Kelvin even more was that Cheyenne would rather borrow money from Sam than talk nicely with him! In fact, he didn't care about that car or any other car parked inside his garage - if Cheyenne wanted one, then all she needed to do was ask! But instead of asking nicely or talking things out with him calmly, why did she have to resort to such extrmeasures? At this moment, Kelvin suddenly remembered a small fragment of memory...

This car seemed to have belonged to Cheyenne. It was their first anniversary, and his grandpa said he should give her a gift. He let Chris pick it out, and Chris chose this blue Cayenne.

Cheyenne had asked for it, but at that time, she just turned eighteen and had only been driving for less than a month. She took it out and almost got into an accident. He got angry and ordered the butler not to let Cheyenne near the garage again.

Since then, the car had been sitting there. When it appeared again, it got broken.

From start to finish, he never cared about the car. All he wanted was for Cheyenne to stop fighting with him. But before Kelvin could speak, Sam stole his thunder.

"Borrow money? Great! It's rare that I can help Miss Lawrence with something. To be honest, all I have left is money." At these words, Cheyenne's lips twitched slightly as she looked at Sam with amusement. "Do you know how punchable you sound right now?" The man shrugged nonchalantly and pulled out his checkbook from his suit pocket. He quickly wrote two strokes on it before handing it over sincerely with both hands, "Miss Lawrence, take five million as my thanks for givingthis opportunity." Silence fell over everyone present as they stared at the handsman in white suit like he was skind of freak show attraction.

It was the first tanyone had ever offered someone else money willingly like this before.

Looks like all he has left is money.

Kelvin kept his eyes fixed on every move Cheyenne made; jealousy burning inside him when she reached out her slender hand to take the check from Sam.

He strode towards her, then grabbed her hand tightly before pulling her into his embrace; lifting her up horizontally against him while pressing down firmly on the back of her dress so nothing would show. Cheyenne gasped at Kelvin's sudden dominance mixed with romance; revealing pearly white teeth beneath parted lips which only added more charm onto those round wide-open eyes.

From where she stood, she could still see Kelvin's anger brewing fiercely within those sharp eagle-like eyes staring down at her hungrily, as if looking upon prey.

Sam's hand was in mid-air when suddenly a gust of wind blew by causing the thin check paper fluttering away into oblivion. Five million was gone!

The eyes of the crowd were fixed on the check, which spun in the air before landing on a tree branch m between two small twigs. Five million! First come, first served! The group rushed towards the tree, scrambling to climb up and grab the check.

But Sam seemed to treat it like an ordinary piece of paper and didn't m even glance at it. He elegantly e withdrew his hand and put his hand in his pocket while saying, "Interesting." A hint of darkness flashed through his eyes unnoticed. "Kelvin..." Abbie's eyes filled with tears as she looked painfully at Kelvin, who had abandoned her.

Before Kelvin divorced Cheyenne, Abbie wasn't worried about anything. But since their divorce, he had done many "out-of-line" things and always defended Cheyenne. He was supposed to be the person who hated Cheyenne most, right? Cheyenne saw Abbie's expression from the corner of her eye but felt inexplicably happy about it. She even reached out and touched Kelvin's cheek in public.

Her fair arms wrapped around Kelvin's neck as a sultry voice said flirtatiously, "Mr. Foley, you really scaredthere. Luckily, my heart is strong enough." What was with this tone? Kelvin looked over as he furrowed his brow. "Cheyenne, speak properly; don't act so cutesy. That doesn't suit you."

"Oh really? I thought Mr. Foley liked it," Cheyenne replied coldly before adding, "I made a mistake; please putdown first." In an instant, she dropped her playful demeanor and resumed her indifferent smile as she tried to jump out of his arms. "Don't move or I won't be responsible if you fall," said Kelvin firmly as he carried her towards his car without even saying goodbye to Sam or Abbie.

What used to be a love triangle suddenly turned into a square after Sam joined them.

Those who had just accused Cheyenne of being a mistress now felt like they'd been slapped in the face by reality.