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 reach him

“Iker’s Estate caught fire?”

exclaimed in surprise before immediately running forward

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

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

teeth tightly as she got up from the ground,

slowly stopped in front of her

was invited to participate in 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 of silver crystal high heels, giving her

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

gaze shifted to her car, a sleek and balanced model with a logo that felt

a look at the license plate

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

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

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

I have something else to do and

bypass Abbie. Unexpectedly, the latter reached out

know, you would think

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

this car doesn’t seem cheap either. Miss Lawrence, you liked it before, didn’t you?” The message

this, Cheyenne’s face

the corner of her

Abbie immediately noticed the marks

stupid, she

was true. Kelvin has spent three days and nights with this