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.

couldn’t find Omari or reach him

“Iker’s Estate caught fire?”

immediately running forward with

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

such torture; it quickly swelled up in one large area. Coupled with her sprained ankle three days

from the ground, slowly dragging herself towards the roadside

was imprinted in a pair of bright eyes. A woman driving slowly stopped in front of her and rolled

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

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

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

her car, a sleek and balanced model with a logo that felt familiar

a look at the

of the Foley Mansion before? How did it

Mr. Foley’s sweetheart. Giving a Cayenne as a gift was just a

drive, Kelvin refused without even thinking about it, saying that she didn’t need it. Tsk tsk,

need, thank you for your kindness, Miss Berry. I have something

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

you would think

leg injury… it looks serious. Is it because you don’t like my car? Does it not match your

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

thought of this, Cheyenne’s

an extremely impatient gaze at Abbie with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth. “What do you

very close, and Abbie immediately noticed the

if she’s stupid, she can

told me was true. Kelvin has spent three days and nights with this bitch. What does this bitch have that is