She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 218: The Mistress Is Arrogant

Cheyenne felt sore all over her body. Damn Kelvin. She suspected he might have hurt her while she was asleep.

It had been three days since she disappeared, and her phone was dead.

As soon as she plugged it in and turned it on, she saw more than 20 missed calls, with more than half of them from Kate.

There were also missed calls from her grandfather and Omari.

She called her grandfather first, and sure enough, a loud roar came from the other end of the line.

“You little brat! What’s going on? You haven’t answered my phone for three days?”

His voice was so loud that Cheyenne thought it could pierce through eardrums. She quickly moved the phone away from her ear and rubbed it helplessly.

“I… I had something else to do.”

“What kind of thing? Are you too busy to answer your phone? Do you know how worried I am?”

Cheyenne listened to his voice but replied with a playful tone which almost made Layne want to hit someone.

“Grandpa, it’s all fine now!”

After Layne calmed down a bit on the other end of the line, he explained why he was looking for Cheyenne: Iker’s Estate caught fire; Iker barely escaped but his old injury recurred. He is now waiting for Cheyenne to come treat him urgently.

They agreed that they would treat him last night but couldn’t find Cheyenne anywhere even Omari who always sticks around like glue seemed to have vanished into thin air.

or

“Iker’s Estate caught fire?”

immediately running forward

she fell down onto the ground again, which caused bruises all over her left knee

torture; it quickly swelled up in one large area. Coupled with her sprained

the ground, slowly dragging herself towards the roadside

of bright eyes. A woman driving slowly stopped in front of her and rolled down the car window, revealing a face that

was invited to participate in an interview for a magazine today, so she put on some makeup. Her

down her shoulders. Her feet were adorned with a pair of silver crystal high heels, giving her an

a faint smile and said, “Miss Lawrence, where are you

a sleek and balanced model with

a look at the license

in the garage of the Foley Mansion

sweetheart. Giving a Cayenne as a gift was

when she wanted to drive, Kelvin refused without even thinking about it, saying that she didn’t need it. Tsk tsk, he really

have something else to do

her crippled leg and intended to bypass Abbie. Unexpectedly, the latter reached out and stopped her with a face full

would think she is the one

injury… it looks serious. Is it because

suitable for driving a Cayenne, and this car doesn’t seem cheap either. Miss Lawrence, you liked it before, didn’t you?” The message conveyed by Abbie was that she was

thought of this, Cheyenne’s

gaze at Abbie with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth. “What do you want to show off? Or rather,

the marks on

stupid, she can

days and nights with this bitch. What does this bitch