She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 98: Cheyenne, You’ve Got Some Nerve

Iker didn’t keep her and nodded, “Alright, then I’ll have the butler send you off.”

“No need, I drove here myself,” Cheyenne replied.

As she took a step forward, a servant stopped her with an outstretched hand. Just then, another maid hurriedly walked down from the second floor carrying a handbag.

She stopped in front of Cheyenne and respectfully handed over the bag. “Miss Lawrence… your clothes are washed.”

Her clothes! Kelvin sensed the meaning behind those words and his lips pressed as the air around him dropped suddenly.

“Oh… thank you,” Cheyenne said without much thought as she picked up the bag and prepared to leave.

Davon still had some things he wanted to say to Iker so he turned back after seeing Kelvin off at the gate.

There was still some distance between Iker’s Estate and the garage. Kelvin’s tall figure led in front while the petite woman followed closely behind him in silence.

Cheyenne wanted to ask if he really had to get the Rejuvenated Herb.

Meanwhile, Kelvin wanted to know if she and Iker had slept together earlier.

They walked in silence until they reached the garage. Cheyenne immediately spotted her pink luxury car sandwiched between other vehicles. Cars were parked on both sides, and there was a car behind hers. Only the narrow aisle in the middle was passable.

She made her way to the driver’s seat and started up the engine with a light rev of gas. She steered while driving out slowly, but it had been three years since she last drove, so her skills were mediocre at best.

Backing up proved difficult for her, like moving an ant at a snail’s pace. Kelvin watched as she struggled with clumsy maneuvers and remembered how “earth-shattering” it was when she learned how to drive.

He helped her get her license by teaching parallel parking and backing into garages step-by-step. Why did he have such leisurely thoughts about teaching Cheyenne how to drive back then? Probably because he saw that she almost crashed during her first drive..

So he felt empathy for her.

Cheyenne felt even more nervous when she realized that Kelvin was watching her every move. She backed up too hard on the gas pedal causing her car to crash straight back!

was Kelvin’s

was less than half a meter between the

abruptly jerked the steering wheel, causing the car’s wheels to swivel, skimming the ground at a sharp angle and heading straight for the pillar of

were to collide, it’d

it, hit

and fierce roar sounded, waking her up from the

against the ground. Amidst the high temperature, the air still carried the lingering stench of burnt

there was a deep black mark that looked

her pupils dilated as she stared blankly ahead, her mind

mind, Kelvin’s furious shout

over in long strides, forcefully opened the car door, and grabbed her collar, pulling her

His face was etched with icy fury, like the cold blue flames of hell, almost as if they

her shoulder and pushed her against the

“Ouch! Kelvin, you bastard.”

against the wall, feeling the rough, cold texture behind her. Several layers of fabric couldn’t cushion the impact as she collided with the wall, causing a sharp pain that felt excruciating. In those bright almond eyes, there was a mist of moisture, and she looked at him with accusing eyes.

they divorced, she didn’t show a

and Abbie are completely different people. Cheyenne is like a shameless little

on the other hand, is like a flower that needs

the secret of the fountain pen

tears made a strange feeling begin to grow in his

out she also cries and

warned you just now, you’d be a puddle of

hand placed on her shoulder exerted great force,

him to discover her vulnerable side, she could only grit her teeth and endure the presence of

none of your concern!” “Cheyenne, you’ve got some

have, if it weren’t for you, I

and pulled down her collar in front of him, revealing a large portion of her

captivating Kelvin. Meanwhile, Cheyenne turned to look at the three finger marks left on

well. His pupils contracted slightly as he felt guilty about leaving such a mark on

too tender, always prone to leaving