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.

Omari or reach him by

“Iker’s Estate caught fire?”

in surprise before immediately running forward

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

one large

up from the ground, slowly dragging herself towards the roadside step by

front of her and rolled down the car window, revealing a face that Cheyenne both hated and

so she put on some

her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. Her feet were adorned with a

her sunglasses, she curled her bright red lips into a faint smile and said, “Miss Lawrence, where are you going? Your leg seems injured… How about

her car, a sleek and balanced model with

a look

this blue Cayenne parked in the garage of the Foley Mansion before? How did it end up in

Foley’s sweetheart. Giving a Cayenne as

about it, saying that she didn’t need it. Tsk tsk, he

need, thank you for your kindness, Miss Berry. I have something else to do and don’t

intended to bypass Abbie. Unexpectedly, the latter reached out

you would think

Lawrence. Your leg injury… it looks serious. Is it because you don’t like my car? Does

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 the true mistress

of this, Cheyenne’s face darkened even

her mouth. “What do you want to show off? Or rather, what do you want

stood very close, and Abbie immediately noticed the marks on Cheyenne’s neck and even

stupid, she

has spent three days and nights with this bitch. What does this bitch have that is better than