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 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.

"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 classes for high-class dining or golfing which were

exhausting every day.

Cheyenne couldn't help but laugh at Emelia's boast while lazily lifting

up her head to glance at Emelia.

“I'm just an unemployed drifter without any ambitions unlike Miss Foley

who has grand plans."

Grand plans?

Elite daughters only learned these things in order to marry someone

from an equally prestigious family.

Using those two words was already ironic enough.

Emilia turned red-faced from anger and embarrassment while glaring

fiercely at Cheyenne but it seemed like nothing could penetrate through

Cheyenne's nonchalant attitude which made Emilia feel like punching

cotton candy — completely useless.

"Enough, Emilia! Although Cheyenne is younger than you are, she isn't

as incompetent 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 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...