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

“Iker’s Estate caught fire?”

exclaimed in surprise before immediately

the ground again, which caused

swelled up in one large area.

tightly as she got up from the

appearance was 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 that Cheyenne both hated

magazine today, so she put on some makeup. Her ordinary

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

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

car, a sleek and balanced model with a logo

a look

this blue Cayenne parked in the garage of the Foley Mansion

Abbie was Mr. Foley’s sweetheart. Giving a Cayenne

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

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

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

you didn’t know, you would think she is the

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

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

this, Cheyenne’s

impatient gaze at Abbie with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her

and Abbie immediately noticed the marks

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

and nights with this bitch. What does this