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?”

surprise before immediately running forward with her

onto the ground again, which caused bruises all over her left knee along with scratches on

not withstand such torture; it quickly swelled up in one large area. Coupled with her sprained ankle three days ago, her

got up from the ground, slowly

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

for a magazine today, so she put on some makeup. Her ordinary face looked a bit more delicate

dress as before, with her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. Her feet

“Miss Lawrence, where are you going? Your leg seems injured… How about I

sleek and balanced model with a logo

took a look

the Foley Mansion before? How did it end up

Mr. Foley’s sweetheart. Giving a

even thinking about it, saying that she didn’t need it. Tsk

your kindness, Miss Berry. I have something else to do

to bypass Abbie. Unexpectedly, the latter reached

you didn’t know, you would think she

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

car was given to me by Kelvin. He said that girls are 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 the true mistress

of this,

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

noticed the marks on Cheyenne’s

she’s stupid, she can guess what’s

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