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

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 hatred. She clenched her fists and pounded

wait for

around and gave a light

Berry, feel free to come

the next room, Kelvin arrived just in 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 word, he

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

“Where are you going?”

taking a

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

standing in the hall.

Lawrence. Why

This place isn’t where I

she smiled bitterly, her gaze calm, and walked

petite figure move farther away, Kelvin felt an inexplicable sense

and he couldn’t let Cheyenne leave like

Why did she want to leave when

you break your promise? You agreed to stay here with Grandpa

pair of slippers, Kelvin caught up with her,

exclamation. Her hands instinctively grabbed onto

she stared at him with frosty eyes, speaking emotionlessly, “Don’t touch me with your dirty hands.

before Grandpa woke

second-floor rooms. His voice resonated through