She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 219: Smash a Car

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

Several loud noises rang out in succession, like thunder striking the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

The shattered glass flew everywhere, and the onlookers on the side of the road panicked and fled towards the back.

The beautiful and expensive luxury car had its glass smashed in front of everyone’s eyes. The hood was even caved in like a pile of scrap metal discarded on the roadside.

And that glamorous girl with one leg limping jumped off from the car hood, throwing a stone at Abbie’s feet with a “bang” sound.

Scared pale, Abbie screamed and immediately moved aside. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked incredulously at Cheyenne.

Although she looked so disheveled, her smile was still bold and unrestrained. Her action of throwing the stone at the car shocked countless passersby.

Looking closely now, one could see her gaze contained a cold and disdainful smile. Her waist-length wavy hair was scattered behind her head. Her fair cheeks were delicate enough without any makeup. “Miss Berry, you’re right about one thing: I really don’t like this car!”

Her voice wasn’t small; it clearly reached everyone’s ears. With an upward tilt to her eye corner, those seductive eyes shone bright as if they were made from the most beautiful crystal in this world. Everyone couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

girl is too

right! This Cayenne costs several million dollars! How dare she say she doesn’t like it? Is being a mistress so high-profile these days?” “Poor wife; her face

this mistress is just pretending to be arrogant. Let’s see if she can

…

slowly. The man slowly rolled down the car window, gazing at people gathered around. He wanted to go around them but accidentally caught sight of that

car stopped

up a huge brick above her head while smashing the

seen such a “fierce” woman before, yet she didn’t seem vulgar at all. His crimson lips curved into a warm

His eyes lit up.

her game, pointing her fair fingers at Cheyenne

told the housekeeper she would drive it herself and return

afraid he’ll

Cheyenne only snorted without any care or concern. “Afraid? Why

spoke, Kelvin

along his way. He first saw Sam’s car parked there and wondered why his good friend would be here when he heard a familiar voice. Approaching closer, he found Cheyenne standing before him looking disheveled yet trying to put on an air of superiority as if

the other side stood Abbie crying miserably again, which only made

man’s icy voice

slippers which seemed

some kind of conflict between Abbie and her, which caused

look at him, so she looked away with a cold smile on her

embrace Kelvin. But he calmly avoided her and instead focused on Cheyenne’s knee, furrowing his

and

to damage your car. I just wanted to give Miss Lawrence a ride when I saw that she was hurt, but who knew…”