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?”

before immediately running forward

down onto the ground again, which

torture; it quickly swelled up in one large area. Coupled with her sprained ankle three days ago, her left leg was really

from the ground, slowly dragging

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

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

the same white dress as before, with her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. 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 I

shifted to her car, a sleek and balanced

look at the license plate

Cayenne parked in the garage of the Foley Mansion before? How did it

second thought, Abbie was Mr. Foley’s sweetheart. Giving a Cayenne as a

when she wanted to drive, Kelvin refused without even thinking about it, saying

have something else to do

intended to bypass Abbie. Unexpectedly, the latter reached out and

would think she is

to help you, Miss Lawrence. Your leg injury… it looks serious. Is it because you don’t like my car? Does it not match your

are suitable for driving a Cayenne, and this car doesn’t seem cheap either.

this, Cheyenne’s face darkened

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

noticed the marks on Cheyenne’s neck and even behind her

if she’s stupid,

nights with this bitch. What does