Chapter 206: I Am Poor
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 te.
Feeling everyone''s eyes on her, she quickly turned red and stuttered an exnation, "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 thisment sparked a round of mockingughter from those around them as they
whispered about the stunningly beautiful woman.
"My goodness! She''s supposed to be an heiress from a third-ratepany 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 vi?"
"Are you serious?"
"I''ve heard about this too."
Abbie "btedly" 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 tofort
Emelia."
Her apology seemed unnecessary enough that some might want to p 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 dors.
"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.
"I envy you for having an easier life," she continued sarcastically while gesturing towards all the
courses she had to take such as piano lessons or etiquette sses for high-ss dining or golfing
which were exhausting every day.
Cheyenne couldn''t help butugh at Emelia''s boast whilezily lifting up her head to nce at
Emelia.
"I''m just an unemployed drifter without any ambitions unlike Miss Foley who has grand ns."
Grand ns?
Elite daughters only learned these things in order to marry someone from an equally prestigious
family.
This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.
Using those two words was already ironic enough.
Emilia turned red-faced from anger and embarrassment while ring fiercely at Cheyenne but it
seemed like nothing could prate through Cheyenne''s nonchnt attitude which made Emilia
feel like punching cotton candy –pletely useless.
"Enough, Emilia! Although Cheyenne is younger than you are, she isn''t as ipetent as you think
she is! Whether it''s etiquette or talent, Cheyenne excels!" Old Mr. Foley defended Cheyenne which
only made Emilia even more jealous.
Tears formed in her eyes before she looked away stubbornly.
"What''s so great about her? She just knows some calligraphy or oil painting. Her grandfather Layne
is a famous artist, so it''s not surprising that Cheyenne can paint too."
As Cheyenne set down her knife and fork with elegance, she picked up a white napkin from the
table and wiped her mouth. She looked at Emelia with a calm gaze and asked, "So, what are you
good at?"
"What do you mean?" Emelia replied.
"Is it hard for you to admit that someone else is better than you? To make it fair, tell me what skill
you have that''s better than mine." Cheyenne stood upright as if she were discussing something
ordinary.
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 acimed ballet dancer who was known as the queen of ballet
dancing. Although she couldn''t participate in anypetitions due to an injury on her foot, she still
had the skills.
Would Abbie agree topete against Cheyenne?
Emelia''s n 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 thepetition. More
importantly though - Emilia believed that Abbie would ept 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 nce at Cheyenne while frowning.
He didn''t want both women being manipted by Emilia like puppets on strings.
If Abbie agreed topete 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...