Became A Queen After divorce

Cheyenne smiled lightly without any sign of “repentance”, which made George feel angrier.

She just clapped her hands and went back to her bedroom with an indifferent expression.

Seeing this, Malaya advised her son not to anger his father anymore but go upstairs to study instead.

Sean said in a coquettish tone that he needed ten thousand dollars for study materials.

She readily gave it to him. Then she turned to George and said in a soft voice, “Honey, why are you getting so angry? Our daughter is all grown up now. She’ll lose face if you keep acting like this.”

“Lose face? Cheyenne doesn’t have any face left to save,” George replied with a sigh. “It’s just our bad luck that we have such a daughter.”

He sat down on the couch and took out a cigar from his suit pocket, putting it in his mouth.

Malaya’s hand brushed against his chest intentionally or unintentionally, feeling the slight tremble of his body.

Her voice softened even more as she pulled out an exquisite and expensive lighter from his pocket.

“Click.”

A pale blue flame shot up before their eyes with bright yellow at the tip. The faint light reflected in her eyes.

“I think Cheyenne hasn’t fully recovered from her past relationship yet,” Malaya said thoughtfully. George nodded in agreement; he thought it was possible too.

It was common for people to undergo some personality changes after divorce.

As he pondered over this while exhaling smoke rings that gradually enveloped his face, Malaya kindly suggested a solution, “Why don’t we find her another match? The best way to move on from one failed relationship is by starting another.”

“Well, it’s good advice, but it’s known to all why Cheyenne got a divorce. Who would dare marry her? Any respectable family in town wouldn’t even consider it.”

Malaya could tell from his expression that there was some hope in this suggestion. She cleared her throat and brought up her own nephew.

“Speaking of which, my family has a good candidate.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

George extinguished his cigar and shook off the ash onto the white porcelain tiles before turning curiously towards Malaya.

“Who? Do I know him?”

“You certainly do, sweetie. It’s actually my nephew Emmanuel.”

Her face held a hint of pride and anticipation as she spoke. Her beautiful and radiant features softened for a moment.

A handsome face immediately came to George’s mind. His wife’s nephew was around the same age as Cheyenne, but he heard that Emmanuel had a girlfriend.

“He’s dating a girl. Are you sure he’s a good option for Cheyenne?”

Malaya waved off his concerns dismissively. “What does it matter? They can break up since they’re not married yet.”

“And besides, he’s not much older than Cheyenne, so they can relate to each other,” she added confidently.

“He’ll be graduating soon and is currently working as an assistant teacher at school, with plans to pursue graduate studies in the future.”

He studied finance management. Malaya actually had a hidden agenda. ‘If Emmanuel Mitchell marries Cheyenne, not only will all the stocks in that bitch’s hands belong to the Mitchell family, but it will also allow my nephew to work for the Lawrence Group. Once Sean graduates from college, he’ll be Sean’s right-hand man.”

After some thought, George nodded and said wearily, “Alright then. You arrange it. I have some business to attend to at the company.”

With her plan succeeding, Malaya was in a good mood as she elegantly rose from her seat and escorted George to the door.

“Okay then. Let me walk you out,” she offered.

…

In a room on the second floor of the Foley Villa…

Abbie looked at herself in the mirror after getting dressed up elegantly and smiled lightly before heading downstairs.

Old Mr. Foley sat at the head of the table with Corey sitting on his left wearing a black suit and smiling faintly while Kelvin sat on his right looking cold but handsome in black attire as well.

There were many dishes laid out on the round table for breakfast.

“Grandpa, Uncle Corey, Kelvin, good morning,” Abbie walked downstairs with a smile on her face and sat next to Kelvin in her high heels.

Soon, a servant pulled out her chair and set the tableware.

Old Mr. Foley glanced at the girl sitting diagonally across from him and unconsciously frowned. He was somewhat displeased. How shameless of her… His disgust towards her was so obvious, yet she could still sit there as if nothing happened! And she had been staying here for several days!

“What would you like for breakfast, Miss Berry?” Corey politely asked.

Abbie lowered her eyes obediently and said, “Thank you, Uncle Corey, I’m not picky. Anything is fine.”

“In that case, I’ll have the servants bring you some sandwiches,” Corey replied.

Before he could finish his sentence, Kelvin interrupted with a straight face. “Her health is bad, so please keep it light.”

This showed that he cared about Abbie’s health.

Abbie felt sweet inside, knowing that Kelvin still had feelings for her, despite his cold treatment towards her before.

Drinking bland porridge suddenly became enjoyable to her.

Old Mr. Foley set down his spoon, and a servant quickly brought over today’s newspaper and a towel.

After drying his hands, Old Mr. Foley picked up the newspaper.

But as soon as he read the contents, his face changed and he angrily shouted, “This is utter nonsense!”

Swish!

He threw the newspaper into the nearby trash can.

Corey couldn’t help but find it amusing to see his father so angry. “Dad, why bother? You know reporters just make things up.”

Abbie was even more curious about what was written in the paper.

She looked into the trash can and vaguely saw the word “Cheyenne”!

What had that woman done to make her grandfather so angry?

Meanwhile, Kelvin sat calmly, with no extra expression on his face. He seemed as indifferent as if he were reading news about a stranger.

But deep inside him, Kelvin had mixed feelings, mostly of disdain.