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." "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 nbehind 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 cover anytime!" In the next room, Kelvin arrived just in tto 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 cback tomorrow." "Huh? It's already past ten, Miss Lawrence. Why don't you just stay here for the night?" "No need. This place isn't where I should be." After saying that, she smiled bitterly, her gaze calm, and walked away.

Watching Cheyenne's petite figure move farther away, Kelvin felt an inexplicable sense of urgency.

Something had happened, and he couldn't let Cheyenne leave like this.

What exactly had occurred? Why did she want to leave when everything seemed fine? "Cheyenne! How can you break your promise? You agreed to stay here with Grandpa tonight. Leaving now, what does that mean?" Wearing a pair of slippers, Kelvin caught up with her, picking her up.

As her body lifted off the ground, Cheyenne, caught off guard, let out a soft exclamation. Her hands instinctively grabbed onto Kelvin's sleepwear collar. Inevitably, the blood on her hands smeared onto his white pajamas.

Quickly withdrawing her hands, she stared at him with frosty eyes, speaking emotionlessly, “Don't touchwith your dirty hands. I said I would ctomorrow." Just before Grandpa woke up.

Ignoring her cold gaze, Kelvin, acting with dominance, continued to carry her towards the second-floor rooms. His voice resonated through his chest, "Just stay here. Your room has always been reserved, untouched by anyone, including me." As he finished speaking, Kelvin saw Abbie, dressed in a white bathrobe, lying on Cheyenne's bed. The torn clothes on the floor told him that something had just happened here.

Abbie, at the sight of Kelvin carrying Cheyenne, felt a pain in her heart. Holding her arms, she cried out miserably, "Kelvin, Miss Lawrence broke my hand, ugh..."

She thought Kelvin would stand by her side and scold Cheyenne, just like before. After all, her hand was m genuinely injured this time. However, Kelvin's response was unexpected. "How could you be on her bed? Who allowed you to enter Cheyenne's room?" His cold voice carried genuine surprise and anger. Cheyenne hesitated for a moment; why did his reaction seem like he didn't know? Abbie stutte for a moment, her face frozen.

"I... I saw this room was empty, so I..." "Joe! How did I instruct you?" Without waiting for Abbie to finish her sentence, Kelvin directly called Joe.

Joe approached, bowing apologetically, "Master Kelvin, I'm sorry. I didn't know Miss Berry entered Miss Lawrence's room without permission. This room was locked before." More than just him had a key; Lily, the maid responsible for cleaning the rooms, also had one.

Joe called Lily over and questioned her about what was going on. She suddenly knelt, tears streaming down e answered in a broken her face and voice, "Master Kelvin, Lady Emelia ctojust now asking for the key. I didn't dare refuse." It turned out that Emelia deliberately arranged for Abbie to stay here to irk Cheyenne.

She had truly been disgusted just now.

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