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.”

deal with you because I cared about that scumbag’s feelings. Now, I don’t even care about the scumbag, let alone a

yourself by

walked out of the room without looking back. Abbie, lying in a miserable state on the floor, burned with hatred. She clenched her fists and

Just wait for

and gave a light smile at Abbie’s hate-filled voice,

free

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

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

“Where are you going?”

didn’t answer, taking

notice that Cheyenne’s wounds had reopened, and fresh blood stained the bandage, dripping onto the white floor. It unexpectedly pained him to

who was standing in the

It’s already past ten, Miss Lawrence. Why don’t you just

isn’t

saying that, she smiled bitterly, her gaze calm,

farther away, Kelvin felt an inexplicable

couldn’t let Cheyenne

exactly had occurred? Why did she want

agreed to stay here with Grandpa tonight. Leaving now,

of slippers, Kelvin caught up

exclamation. Her hands instinctively grabbed onto Kelvin’s sleepwear collar. Inevitably,

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

Grandpa woke

acting with dominance, continued to carry her towards the second-floor rooms. His voice resonated through his chest, “Just stay