She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 336: Nobody Touched It

Abbie’s audacious act of wearing Cheyenne’s dress without permission and then mocking her clothes left Cheyenne astonished. How could someone be so shameless?

Determined to teach Abbie a lesson, Cheyenne advanced towards her, hands crossed over her chest. There was a dangerous aura in her eyes, and Abbie felt a tingling sensation on her scalp. “What… What are you doing?”

Cheyenne curled her red lips and forcefully pulled at the thin straps on Abbie’s shoulder, tearing the negligee into two with a ripping sound. Accompanying the sound of the fabric tearing was Abbie’s scream, mingled with a bone-chilling mockery.

“I’ve thrown this dress in the trash. It’s not suitable for Miss Berry to wear it again. To prevent it from contaminating your precious body, I tore it apart to apologize!”

Abbie was now only wearing a set of blue floral lingerie, showcasing her fair skin and visible ribs. Caught off guard, she felt a sudden chill as the nightdress disintegrated into pieces on the floor. She quickly covered her chest with her hands.

“Cheyenne, you bitch! I’ll kill you!”

She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she raised a hand to slap Cheyenne’s face, desperate to ruin her beautiful features.

However, before her hand could reach Cheyenne’s face, it was intercepted. Cheyenne grabbed Abbie’s wrist.

Though shorter by half a head, Cheyenne’s imposing and noble demeanor made Abbie feel insignificant. Cheyenne spoke with a hint of danger, whispering into Abbie’s ear.

“Kill me? Go ahead, try.”

She twisted Abbie’s wrist, and a crisp “crack” echoed in the room as the joint dislocated. Abbie, a pampered heiress, had never experienced such pain before. Her expression turned fierce and terrifying, devoid of any tenderness.

Cheyenne pushed her away with disdain, patting her own fair hand. “I forgot to tell you, I am a black belt in judo.”

Now, I don’t even care about the scumbag, let alone a piece of

the ability to fight me, don’t embarrass yourself by coming in front of me. Fighting you would only derogating

without looking back. Abbie, lying in a miserable state on the floor, burned with hatred.

Just wait

turned around and gave a light smile at Abbie’s hate-filled voice, her crescent-shaped

feel free to come

just in time to witness the scene. His face was covered in frost as he observed Cheyenne, her gaze filled

than ten minutes since they separated, Cheyenne seemed like a

“Where are you going?”

taking a step

couldn’t help but notice that Cheyenne’s wounds had reopened, and fresh blood stained the bandage, dripping onto the white floor. It unexpectedly

turned back and greeted Joe, who was standing in the hall. Her expression

ten, Miss Lawrence. Why

need. This place isn’t where I

saying that, she smiled bitterly, her gaze calm,

Cheyenne’s petite figure move farther away,

had happened, and he couldn’t let

did she want to leave when everything seemed

agreed to stay here with Grandpa tonight. Leaving now, what does that

caught up with her, picking her

Cheyenne, caught off guard, let out a soft exclamation. Her hands instinctively grabbed

speaking emotionlessly, “Don’t touch me with your dirty

before Grandpa woke

her cold gaze, Kelvin, acting with dominance, continued to carry her towards the second-floor rooms. His voice resonated through his