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."
"Before, I didn't want to deal with you because I cared about that scumbag's feelings. Now, I don't even care about the scumbag, let alone a piece of trash like you!"
"So, if you don't have the ability to fight me, don't embarrass yourself by coming in front of me. Fighting you would only derogating myself!"
Having delivered this statement, Cheyenne 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 pounded them fiercely against the ground, teeth gritted, shouting Cheyenne's name behind her.
"Cheyenne! Just wait for me!"
As Cheyenne reached the doorway, she turned around and gave a light smile at Abbie's hate-filled voice, her crescent-shaped eyes enchanting.
"Miss Berry, feel free to come over anytime!"
In 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 turned and left.
What had happened? In less than ten minutes since they separated, Cheyenne seemed like a different person.
"Where are you going?"
She didn't answer, taking a step forward.
Kelvin couldn't help but notice that Cheyenne's wounds had reopened, and fresh blood stained the bandage, dripping onto the white floor. It unexpectedly pained him to see her in this state.
As Cheyenne reached the staircase, she turned back and greeted Joe, who was standing in the hall. Her expression had softened. "Joe, please tell Grandpa for me. I'll come back tomorrow."
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