She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin)

Chapter 332: Porsche Cayenne

Chapter 332: Porsche Cayenne

Cheyenne then glanced at Abbie and said with a seemingly serious tone, "Miss Berry, the bluePorsche Cayenne you drive is indeed quite resistant to being smashed."

Old Mr. Foley, after listening, fell into a brief contemplation. He raised his head and looked at Kelvin,then slowly spoke, "The blue Porsche Cayenne, I remember we have one in the garage. I think Ibought it to give to Cheyenne as a birthday present."

Kelvin didn't deny it, nodding calmly, "Yes, that's the one."

Wait, the car was a gift from Grandpa?

Cheyenne's astonished expression angered old Mr. Foley, who slammed the bowl onto the tablewith a loud bang.

"Kelvin, can you explain what's going on? Why doesn't Cheyenne know about it?"

Old Mr. Foley, already unwell, turned red with anger and kept coughing. He lowered his head in guiltand explained, "Grandpa, I bought the car, but her driving skills are too poor, and she almost had anaccident. So, I forbade her from driving again."

This incident... she remembered it now. It seemed that because she had just obtained her driver'slicense and was excited, she accidentally hit the rear of the car the first time she prepared to drive.Kelvin, angry, coldly ordered the butler to lock the garage and forbade her from driving.

Cheyenne lightly laughed, her gaze carrying a hint of mockery as she looked at Abbie, "So, that'show it is. It seems like we bought the same model. Miss Berry told me at that time that Mr. Foleygave her the car as a gift."

As she finished speaking, Abbie's face turned red and then pale. Sensing everyone's eyes on her,mixed with disdain and disgust, was particularly unbearable.

What made her most uncomfortable was Kelvin's questioning gaze. He looked at Cheyenneseriously, recalling the day on the street when she preferred to borrow money from Sam rather thanacknowledge him. Finally, he understood the reason.

"Don't misunderstand. I smashed the car not because of Mr. Foley, but because Miss Berry blockedmy way. As the saying goes, a good dog doesn't block the road. I'm not an ambassador for anyanimal association."

After saying this, Abbie was so angry that she couldn't maintain her smile. Her eyes turned red,tears hung on her eyelashes, and she looked pitiful.

"Cheyenne, who are you calling a dog? Do you have any manners? First, you insulted me as achicken, and now you're insulting Abbie as a dog. Isn't it just because Grandpa likes you?"

Emelia stood up to retort, glaring at Cheyenne, her eyes filled with venomous anger.

However, Cheyenne remained expressionless, facing Emelia calmly.

"Miss Foley, it seems you have a habit of misinterpreting things. What? Can't be a good person, soyou have to be an animal? If you want to be one, that's fine, but do you have to drag Miss Berry intoit?"

"Pfft!"

The tea that old Mr. Foley had just brought to his mouth was sprayed out all at once. Caught offguard, the dishes in front of him were also contaminated.

Everyone was stunned, and even Vincent, who had picked up a dish in mid-air, froze.novelbin

Cheyenne, having finished her meal, seemed indifferent.

To ease his embarrassment, old Mr. Foley pouted and complained, looking at Cheyenne with asomewhat cute and childish expression.

"Cheyenne, you're really something. I have never been so rude at the dinner table."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'll choose a different place next time."

Huh? There's going to be a next time? Emelia felt utterly disgusted.

Grandpa spoils this bitch too much. Cheyenne She insulted her as an "animal," which alsoimplicated her father, but Grandpa didn't blame her at all.

"Bring in new dishes," Kelvin ordered Joe, putting down his fork.

Joe quickly brought several servants to clear the dishes. The Foley family never ate leftovers, sothe amount of food was just right. Now, asking for a replacement meant waiting for at least an hour.Did they have the courage to let this group of wealthy people starve for an hour?

Kelvin suddenly insisted on changing the meal. If the chef had to prepare it again, it would take atleast an hour. Make these wealthy folks wait hungry for an hour? Joe didn't have the guts for that!He quickly had someone drive to the Vintage Club to pick up a top-notch banquet.

Abbie felt awkward so much. Cheyenne had heartlessly exposed her lie and mocked her, and nowGrandpa probably liked her even less.

"Miss Lawrence, I'm sorry. That day, I was just joking with you. I deliberately said that to see howyou and Kelvin would react..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Cheyenne interrupted, supporting her chin with one hand. Hervoice sounded lazy.

"Miss Berry, we're not acquainted. Don't play your childish jokes with me; you've wasted my fivemillion."

"What! Five million? That car was only a bit over two million. My silly Cheyenne, you're obviouslypoor and still willing to spend money. Joe, later, give this five million back to Cheyenne. The car wasoriginally meant for her."

Busy Joe, who had just dealt with the food, heard the new task and didn't even have time to wipehis sweat. He bent down to respond, "Yes, Master."

Abbie was seething with anger. This old man was clearly taking Cheyenne's side against her. Sheeven spent money to specially buy a pile of supplements from abroad. Now, she regretted it andwould rather throw them in the trash!

Cheyenne shook her head, rejecting old Mr. Foley's goodwill. "Grandpa, there's no need. I borrowedthat five million from Master Sam, and he won't ask me to repay it."

After hearing her explanation, old Mr. Foley glared fiercely at Kelvin. "I'm furious! You actually forcedCheyenne to borrow money from someone!"

Kelvin was speechless.

He didn't force her.

Cheyenne didn't expect old Mr. Foley to have a different focus. This way, he probably concludedthat she was really poor...

"Grandpa, don't be angry. Master Sam is very kind; he won't mind," Cheyenne tried to soothe thesituation.

Old Mr. Foley was shocked again. Oh no, there was Mr. Lara, and now there's a "very kind" MasterSam. In comparison, his eldest grandson seemed to have even fewer advantages. He even gavethe car intended for Cheyenne to another woman. Alright, just throw him directly into a dungeon; noneed to bother with someone like that.

At the same time, Kelvin was not taking it lightly either. His deep-set eyes narrowed slightly. Hearingher praise another man in front of him made anger surge up into his chest.