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.”

cared about that scumbag’s feelings. Now, I don’t even care about the scumbag,

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

on the floor, burned with

wait for

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

free to come over

time to witness the scene. His face was covered in frost as he observed Cheyenne, her gaze filled with disgust and impatience. Without uttering a

less than ten minutes since they separated, Cheyenne seemed like a

“Where are you going?”

answer, taking a

and fresh blood stained the bandage,

the

past ten, Miss Lawrence. Why don’t you just stay here for the

This place isn’t

she smiled bitterly, her gaze calm, and

petite figure move farther away, Kelvin

he couldn’t let

she want to leave when

agreed to stay here with Grandpa

slippers, Kelvin caught up with her, picking her

Her hands

emotionlessly, “Don’t touch me with your dirty hands. I said I would

before Grandpa woke

towards the second-floor rooms. His voice resonated through his chest, “Just stay here. Your room has always been reserved, untouched by