She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 22

Chapter 22: A Slap in the Face

It meant that the young man was really the world–famous talented pianist Benson Gibbs.

Mr. James also saw Cheyenne standing beside Benson and a warm smile appeared on his face.

“Lo…” When Mr. James breathed the first syllable, Cheyenne immediately interrupted him by reaching out to shake hands with him and saying with a smile, “I’m Benson’s friend. My last name is Lawrence.”

Obviously, this straightforward foreigner didn’t understand why Cheyenne wanted to hide her identity as Lora.

But when in Rome do as the Romans do. He didn’t expose her lin

“Three years ago, thanks to Mr. Gibbs‘ guidance, he helped me revise my piece of music. Otherwise, ‘Don Juan‘ wouldn’t be a hit.”

This traditional classical music was popular in the past but would seem somewhat depressing if played today. Benson simply changed the combination of instruments inside it and broke down its more difficult parts into simpler ones.

The style of this piece remained unchanged but became more fluid which left people intoxicated by it after listening to it.

After becoming famous worldwide, Mr. James had always wanted to thank Benson, so that’s why he chose Benson’s country for the final stop of his global tour.

Benson was the one who wrote “Don Juan“, which excited many opera lovers even more.

The male god stood right in front of them!

In comparison, Danielle’s face was pale and bloodless.

‘It was all Cheyenne’s doing. She intentionally set me up!‘ Danielle thought indignantly.

“Now, do you still think your broken wrist for one million is a loss?” Cheyenne turned around and looked at her, lips curling into a mocking smile.

“Just wait, I won’t let you get away with this!” Danielle said angrily before turning around and leaving in embarrassment.

“Just a friendly reminder, if you don’t get your hand fixed soon, it might be useless in the future. Hahaha.” Cheyenne laughed loudly like a fox who had stolen grapes.

Although everyone should hate someone like her for breaking someone else’s wrist, they inexplicably found it cool. Especially after replaceing out that Benson was the one injured by Danielle Parry, their view of Cheyenne changed drastically.

Chapter 23 Most Girly Won’t Have & Liking for You

Chapter 23: Most Girls Won’t Have a Liking for You

The Foley Mansion sat amidst lush greenery with houses scattered about. The European–style buildings were constructed from white marble with intricate vine patterns carved into them.

The grand hall hung Swarovski crystal chandeliers while black–and–white checkered floors added to its luxurious decor. Sitting on the sofa was an elderly man dressed in black robes with thin features.

Those eyes were extremely clear, without any trace of turbidity.

There was a hint of anger on his face as he looked towards the door, his beard shaking.

In an instasɛ, two figures appeared in front of him.

The man wore a black three–piece suit with the suit jacket draped over his arm, revealing the vest and white shirt underneath.

His tall and slender figure was like a towering mountain peak – elegant and majestic.

Beside him timidly stood Abbie in a pink Chanel–style suit with long chestnut hair. She had pure features and light makeup.

“Grandfather, Kelvin called out as he walked over.

“Why did you bring her here? This is the Foley family’s old mansion. What is an outsider doing here?” old Mr. Foley’s gaze turned to Abbie with disdain.

Abbie had been pestering his grandson for ten years now, from high school until now. She’s shameless!

Upon hearing this, Kelvin’s handsome face darkened for a moment before helplessly saying, “Grandfather, Abbie is my sister.”

Abbie stood awkwardly at the door, holding her gift bag tightly and not knowing what to do next while looking at Kelvin with teary eyes.

A sense of resentment rose in her heart towards that stubborn old man… If it weren’t for him meddling all these years, she would have been together with Kelvin by now!

“Sister? Your last name is Foley while hers is Berry. How can she be your sister? Could it be that your father has an illegitimate daughter outside?” The old man stomped his cane on the ground, creating a dull thud that echoed throughout the entire hall. The servants nearby dared not even lift their heads.

Abbie was left speechless, her face turning red with grrassment.

As the middle–aged man who had just entered heard the old man’s accusations, he paused in his tracks and quickly explained, “Dad, please don’t accuse me wrongly. I…I’ve only ever had one wife in my life – Gracie. I wouldn’t dare to cheat on her.”

Abbie called out to him in a sweet voice, “Uncle Corey.”

The man walked over and glanced at the delicate young girl before sighing quietly and nodding nonchalantly as if responding to her greeting.

This was Corey Foley – Kelvin’s father and former CEO of the Foley Group. He was once a renowned business genius but chose to switch careers after his wife became a vegetable due to a car accident ten years ago. They moved to a small island abroad where they rarely returned home. Kelvin took over the Foley Group when he was a teenager and gradually developed a cold demeanor, maintaining an expressionless face even when dealing with family members.

“Dad,” Kelvin called out.

“Well, I’m back to grab something. I’ll catch up with you later.” Corey smiled faintly and headed upstairs.

Old Mr. Foley was even angrier and gave him a fierce glare. “Your son and daughter–in–law got divorced, and you didn’t even ask about it?”

Divorced?

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Corey paused for a second, furrowing his eyebrows slightly before helplessly saying, “Dad, it’s already settled. There’s no point in talking about it now. For the sake of family harmony, I’d rather not bring it up.”

“It’s precisely because of family harmony that scold some sense into your stubborn son!”

SO

Scold Kelvin? Corey took a deep breath and felt a headache coming on as he looked at his towering and then at his elderly father with silver hair. Looking troubled, he said softly, “Dad, Kelvin is an adult now. You’re in bad health. Just leave him alone, take care of yourself, and don’t get angry!” “Cheyenne is a good girl. How about I adopt her as my goddaughter to make up for her?”

Upon hearing this suggestion from his son, old Mr. Foley got angrier. “What nonsense are you talking about!”

With red cheeks, Corey spoke under his breath, “Everything I do is for the sake of family harmony. Harmony at home brings prosperity.”

“Alright then! Get outta here! Every time I see you or your son makes me angry!” Old Mr. Foley coldly cursed.

“Well then, Dad, I’ll go upstairs first. I have to go out later.” Abbie watched Corey leave like this while Kelvin naturally walked over to sit on the sofa. He said to her, “Don’t just stand there. Come sit down.”

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If she went over, she could only sit across from old Mr. Foley. Abbie was a little afraid of the old man.

When old Mr. Foley was young, he had been a soldier and had been on the battlefield. The cold and fierce aura still exuded from him, especially when his

gaze

fell on her.

“Since you’re here now, then sit down. We don’t want people saying that the Foley family doesn’t know how to entertain guests.”

Looking at this timid and delicate girl made old Mr. Foley even more displeased.

Her background wasn’t as good as Cheyenne’s, her looks were far inferior, and her personality wasn’t as confident and bold as Cheyenne’s either. He really didn’t understand why Kelvin would divorce Cheyenne for someone like this.

That brat will regret it one day!

“Grandpa, this is a gift I bought for you – Duke’s Black Tea. I heard that you love drinking tea,” Abbie said while placing the item on the table in front of him.

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