She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 218: The Mistress Is Arrogant

Chapter 218: The Mistress Is Arrogant

Cheyenne felt sore all over her body. Damn Kelvin. She suspected he might have hurt her while she was asleep.

It had been three days since she disappeared, and her phone was dead.

As soon as she plugged it in and turned it on, she saw more than 20 missed calls, with more than half of them from Kate.

There were also missed calls from her grandfather and Omari.

She called her grandfather first, and sure enough, a loud roar came from the other end of the line.

"You little brat! What's going on? You haven't answered my phone for three days?"

His voice was so loud that Cheyenne thought it could pierce through eardrums. She quickly moved the phone away from her ear and rubbed it helplessly.

"I... I had something else to do."

"What kind of thing? Are you too busy to answer your phone? Do you know how worried I am?"

Cheyenne listened to his voice but replied with a playful tone which almost made Layne want to hit someone.

"Grandpa, it's all fine now!"

After Layne calmed down a bit on the other end of the line, he explained why he was looking for Cheyenne: Iker's Estate caught fire; Iker barely escaped but his old injury recurred. He is now

waiting for Cheyenne to come treat him urgently.

They agreed that they would treat him last night but couldn't find Cheyenne anywhere even Omari who always sticks around like glue seemed to have vanished into thin air.

They couldn't find Omari or reach him by phone.

"Iker's Estate caught fire?"

Cheyenne exclaimed in surprise before immediately running forward with her sore legs.

After taking two steps, she fell down onto the ground again, which caused bruises all over her left knee along with scratches on skin.

Her delicate skin could not withstand such torture; it quickly swelled up in one large area. Coupled with her sprained ankle three days ago, her left leg was really miserable. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

She gritted her teeth tightly as she got up from the ground, slowly dragging herself towards the roadside step by step.

Her "determined despite disability" appearance was imprinted in a pair of bright eyes. A woman driving slowly stopped in front of her and rolled down the car window, revealing a face that Cheyenne both hated and was familiar with.

Abbie was invited to participate in an interview for a magazine today, so she put on some makeup. Her ordinary face looked a bit more delicate than usual.

She was wearing the same white dress as before, with her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. Her feet were adorned with a pair of silver crystal high heels, giving her an elegant and ladylike appearance.

Taking off her sunglasses, she curled her bright red lips into a faint smile and said, "Miss Lawrence, where are you going? Your leg seems injured... How about I give you a ride?"

Cheyenne's gaze shifted to her car, a sleek and balanced model with a logo that felt familiar to her.

She then took a look at the license plate number.

Wasn't this blue Cayenne parked in the garage of the Foley Mansion before? How did it end up in Abbie's possession?

On second thought, Abbie was Mr. Foley's sweetheart. Giving a Cayenne as a gift was just a matter of words.

Before, when she wanted to drive, Kelvin refused without even thinking about it, saying that she didn't need it.

Tsk tsk, he really was biased.

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Miss Berry. I have something else to do and don't have time for idle chat. Goodbye!"

As she spoke, Cheyenne dragged her crippled leg and intended to bypass Abbie. Unexpectedly, the latter reached out and stopped her with a face full of helpless smile.

If you didn't know, you would think she is the one being bullied.

"I really want to help you, Miss Lawrence. Your leg injury... it looks serious. Is it because you don't like my car? Does it not match your status?"

"But think about it, this car was given to me by Kelvin. He said that girls are suitable for driving a Cayenne, and this car doesn't seem cheap either. Miss Lawrence, you liked it before, didn't you?"

The message conveyed by Abbie was that she was the true mistress of the Foley family.

At the thought of this, Cheyenne's face darkened even more.

She threw an extremely impatient gaze at Abbie with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth. "What do you want to show off? Or rather, what do you want to say?"

The two stood very close, and Abbie immediately noticed the marks on Cheyenne's neck and even behind her ears.

Those marks... even if she's stupid, she can guess what's going on.

'What Emelia told me was true. Kelvin has spent three days and nights with this bitch. What does this bitch have that is better than me?'

Jealous flames burned in Abbie's eyes. She put on an elegant yet sorrowful smile, drawing the attention of those around her.

"Miss Lawrence, you've misunderstood me. I'm not trying to show off in front of you. I genuinely want to help you out. After all, you're Kelvin's ex-wife," Abbie said.

Ex-wife! Abbie emphasized the word intentionally, and the surrounding gossipers quickly caught onto the juicy tidbit.

The whispers began:

"She looks much younger than that woman; how can she be his ex-wife?"

"Who knows? Young people these days are so shameless. I bet this girl is just clinging onto someone else's man."

"The one in white clothes is clearly a better wife candidate."

Cheyenne's striking appearance made her an easy target for being labeled as a "mistress". On the other hand, Abbie's plain looks and gentle demeanor fit more into society's ideal image of a wife.

"Nowadays, men prefer to keep young pretty girls," someone whispered.

"He-he, shameless at such a young age! She must have been caught by the legal wife and is now acting so arrogantly!" another added.

"I agree; if it were me in that woman's shoes, I would have given her husband's mistress what she deserved!"

As they spoke quietly amongst themselves, their words reached Cheyenne's ears while Abbie shed tears with a pitiful look on her face which made everyone feel sorry for her.

"Miss Lawrence," Abbie continued speaking while crying softly, "I know you've been with Kelvin for three years, but we're about to get married soon. He told me he sees you like his little sister; I really didn't mean any harm by this."

Cheyenne couldn't stand Abbie's pretentious act anymore - it was making her angry beyond belief. She had been holding back all this time but today this woman had pushed too far!

Well then... it was time for Cheyenne to give Abbie what she deserved!