She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 218

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.

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.