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

“Iker’s Estate caught fire?”

before immediately

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

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

teeth tightly as she got up from the ground, slowly dragging herself towards the roadside step

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

an interview for a magazine today, so she put on some makeup. Her ordinary face looked a

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

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

to her car, a sleek and balanced model with

look

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

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

even thinking about it, saying

kindness, Miss Berry. I have something else to do and don’t have time for idle

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

you would think

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

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 the

of this, Cheyenne’s face darkened

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

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

marks… even if she’s stupid, she can guess what’s

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