She Became Rich After Divorce novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: I Am Poor

She had been wandering outside for more than a decade, leaving at a young age and returning only after growing up. Recently, her grandfather had found someone to teach her about etiquette at the dining table of high society families. However, Emelia hadn't fully absorbed it yet, as evidenced by the noise she made while cutting steak on her plate.

Feeling everyone's eyes on her, she quickly turned red and stuttered an explanation, "Gra... grandfather, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I'll learn properly."

"Good girl, it's okay," old Mr. Foley patted her head and encouraged her.

Perhaps wanting to repay Emelia for speaking up for her earlier, Abbie now spoke in a gentle tone to ease the awkwardness.

"It's alright. You'll get better with practice. I remember Miss Lawrence stabbed the whole steak before but now she's very familiar with using knife and fork."

Hearing this comment sparked a round of mocking laughter from those around them as they whispered about the stunningly beautiful woman.

"My goodness! She's supposed to be an heiress from a third-rate company but doesn't even know how to use cutlery!"

"I heard that her mother was mentally ill and died during childbirth while her stepmother is hypocritical and doesn't like her much, so maybe no one taught her."

"No wonder nobody likes her! Cheyenne is ruthless; haven't you heard that she kicked out even own father from her villa?"

"Are you serious?"

"I've heard about this too."

Abbie "belatedly" realized that she had offended Cheyenne. Without thinking too much, she quickly apologized, "Miss Lawrence, I'm sorry... I didn't mean anything bad; I just wanted to comfort Emelia."

Her apology seemed unnecessary enough that some might want to slap steak into Abbie's face but Cheyenne wasn't going to waste such delicious food.

Looking coldly at Abbie, she said with a self-satisfied smile, "Miss Berry is right. I am poor. I haven't had steak until very recently, which is why I couldn't eat it properly."

"I'm poor..."

Upon hearing these words, old Mr. Foley's hand trembled and he thought, 'How could she say she's poor? She possesses so many properties, any one of which is worth millions. What a low-key girl! She doesn't show off even when she's so wealthy. Why couldn't Kelvin cherish such a good girl?'

Everyone knew about Cheyenne's difficult situation, and there was no doubt about her statement of being poor. Kelvin felt a bit uneasy and gave Abbie a cold look, "You're not feeling well, why don't you go back first?"

Was he trying to get rid of her?

Abbie understood his hidden meaning and clenched her hand tightly, letting the nails sink into her soft palm. It hurt.

A hideous smile appeared on her pale face. "It's... it's okay. I'm fine. Kelvin... I still have a gift that I haven't given yet."

Emelia didn't believe that Cheyenne was being modest at all as she looked at the simple fabric and ordinary brand of Cheyenne's professional attire.

It probably cost no more than two thousand dollars.

"Thank you for your encouragement, Abbie. I will definitely study hard. The Foley family is the richest in Akloit, and as their daughter, I will have to face more high-profile events with other elite daughters."

"But Miss Lawrence doesn't really need to work so hard since it seems like there aren't any important people associated with the Lawrence family," Emelia retorted.

Emelia bit her lip and quickly thought about it in her mind. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Okay then. I admit that Abbie is better than me. If you can beat Abbie, then I'll admit that you're better than me."

Abbie was an internationally acclaimed ballet dancer who was known as the queen of ballet dancing. Although she couldn't participate in any competitions due to an injury on her foot, she still had the skills.

Would Abbie agree to compete against Cheyenne?

Emelia's plan was killing two birds with one stone - if Cheyenne won, then Abbie would lose face; but even if Abbie won, her injured foot would hurt again because of the competition. More importantly though - Emilia believed that Abbie would accept this challenge because this woman hated Cheyenne more than anyone else did; she wanted nothing more than for Cheyenne to leave embarrassed.

"Emilia! If you keep acting like this, I will send you back to your room! You know about Miss Berry's injury!" Kelvin lifted his head up and gave a cold glance at Cheyenne while frowning.

He didn't want both women being manipulated by Emilia like puppets on strings.

If Abbie agreed to compete against Cheyenne, then Abbie would definitely choose ballet dancing; while Cheyenne might choose pole dancing. She was so alluring when dancing publicly and Kelvin didn't want it to happen again.

However, these words sounded different in Chyenene's ears.

"Mr. Foley, are you afraid your lover will lose against me or are you afraid of hurting her feet again? Tsk tsk... you really care about her."

Men always treated their loved ones carefully while treating those they didn't love cruelly.

She dragged him down from the mountain path barefooted while he remained unconscious leaving bloody prints behind yet he never said anything...