Became A Queen After divorce

Abbie had held back for a long time, but her tears finally fell.

The girl’s weak voice sounded from behind the crowd, filled with sobs that made her seem extremely pitiful.

“Uncle Foley, there’s no need to trouble yourself. I… I have no parents, I’m an orphan, so it’s normal for everyone not to like me.”

Upon seeing her cry, old Mr. Foley’s face darkened even more.

“Why are you crying? It’s bad luck!”

Cheyenne looked at the older girl in confusion. Her small body was held in Kelvin’s arms, silently playing with the toy in her hands.

Sensing her unease, Kelvin gently patted her little head.

“It’s okay, this has nothing to do with you, Cheyenne. Keep playing.”

As for Abbie, Kelvin didn’t spare her another glance.

Corey had brought her back, so naturally, it was Corey’s job to comfort her now that she was crying.

“There’s no such thing, Abbie. Don’t cry. My son doesn’t dislike you; he just doesn’t know how to express himself.”

“We all like you. You’re gentle and well-behaved, such a good child.”

Unfortunately, his comfort had no effect. Abbie continued to sob, holding a handkerchief and looking as if she might collapse at any moment.

“Uncle Foley, I know you mean well, but I don’t want to trouble you. Kelvin is very busy and has to take care of that little sister.”

“I’m a sickly person who might need to go to the hospital at any time… My uncle and aunt don’t like me because of this.”

Sure enough, Corey’s simple and kind heart felt even more sympathy for Abbie after hearing this.

He turned back to look at his father and son with displeasure.

“Father, Kelvin! The Berry family used to be our neighbors. Abbie doesn’t eat much. You heard her; her uncle and aunt are terrible people!”

He still wanted to keep her.

Old Mr. Foley sighed helplessly. As an elder, he couldn’t just kick her out.

What would that make him look like?

“Do as you please, but don’t expect me to help! I worked hard to raise you and Kelvin… I want to enjoy my old age.”

That girl was too troublesome, always crying.

Corey was overjoyed that he had finally persuaded his father.

He looked at his son.

The young man remained unmoved, focused on peeling seeds for the little girl in his arms.

“Kelvin… you.”

In his previous life, many misunderstandings had arisen between him and Cheyenne because of Abbie. Kelvin was already immune to her crying and tantrums.

“If Father wants to bring her back, then do it. I’ve bought a place near the company. Cheyenne will move there with me.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Old Mr. Foley disagreed.

How could he bring someone into the house and then lose another?

No way!

“You can move out if you want, but Cheyenne stays with me!”

He didn’t believe his son would agree.

Kelvin was starting to dislike his grandfather. Couldn’t he see the situation?

“Then ask Cheyenne if she wants to stay with you or come with me.”

The little traitor Cheyenne immediately hugged her brother sweetly, afraid he would leave her behind.

“With brother.”

Kelvin was pleased with this answer, smiling uncontrollably.

“Good girl, keep playing.”

Old Mr. Foley: “…”

Heartbroken, he felt old and unwanted.

Corey: “…”

What now? Am I really wrong? But Abbie is so pitiful. Why can’t Father and Kelvin show some sympathy?

Abbie was also proud. Being rejected twice, she had no face to stay any longer.

She cried loudly and ran off.

“Don’t trouble yourself, Uncle Foley. I’ll go home and stay with my parents’ memorials.”

Worried she might do something drastic, Corey chased after her frantically.

“Abbie, wait for me! Silly girl, we can talk about everything. Don’t do anything foolish.”

Old Mr. Foley and Kelvin exchanged glances and spoke in rare unison:

“Such drama! Cheyenne is much cuter!”

Cheyenne gave them a sweet smile. The sunlight outside the window lit up her face, making her eyes sparkle like stars.

In the end, Abbie returned to the Berry family.

Corey gave her two options regarding her shares:

First, sell them to the Foley family at 10% above market price.

Second, hire professionals to manage them with uncertain profits and losses.

After all, Corey wasn’t sure about the company’s current situation as his father had been managing it for years.

Abbie had grown up as a pampered rich girl with no knowledge of business. She chose the first option.

The Berry family held 10% of Foley Group’s shares. Though Foley Group was now the wealthiest in Akloit under Kelvin’s leadership, it wasn’t as strong before he took over.

Her 10% shares were worth $4 billion, and Corey added another $500 million.

A total of $4. 5 billion-enough for an ordinary family for generations.

No one expected Abbie to invest all that money in Metshire government bonds. Three years later, a global financial crisis hit.

The $4. 5 billion vanished overnight.

By then, fifteen-year-old Kelvin had officially entered the business world.

After two years of learning, he showed exceptional business talent and became the general manager of Foley Group at fifteen.

Many were dissatisfied with him but were subdued by his strong methods.

Success proved age didn’t matter.

**

Six years later, Cheyenne had grown from a chubby little girl into a third-grader. She had grown taller but hadn’t become much smarter.

She couldn’t even solve a simple “chickens and rabbits in the same cage” problem.

Kelvin was on the verge of collapse.

His little wife was perfect except for being terrible at math!

And this flaw had been passed down to their daughter Cierra!

Mr. Foley, with an IQ over 200, couldn’t understand it.

Was it that hard?

He thought he could correct it from the start in this life but now wanted to give up!

Seeing Kelvin’s displeased face, Cheyenne wanted to run away but didn’t dare.

If caught, her homework would double!

Cheyenne’s first magic trick-“Apologize”

“Kelvin, I’m sorry. Am I too stupid? But I really don’t understand why chickens and rabbits are kept together?”

“Chickens eat bugs; rabbits eat grass. They don’t match at all and would fight if forced together!”

Kelvin rubbed his forehead, feeling a slight heat in his palm.

“Very well said. So it’s the problem maker’s fault?”