Clearly feeling the killing intent in his eyes, Cheyenne’s heart shattered into pieces and could never be put back together again.

She coughed. “Let go, let go!”

He was raging like a lion on the grassland, and his icy, deep-set eyes reflected Cheyenne’s delicate little face, which grew red.

Her vision blurred because of suffocation.

A strong desire to survive surged in Cheyenne’s heart, and she suddenly lowered her head, biting down on the man’s arm.

She bit hard, teeth sinking into his flesh, feeling the warm blood between her lips and teeth, and she couldn’t help but smile.

There was a hint of moisture in her bright eyes, as if she had been crying.

Kelvin’s heart was in turmoil as he watched, and only then did he slowly release his grip, exhaling a breath of relief.

No matter how despicable this woman was, he couldn’t kill her after all.

Kelvin didn’t care at all about the wound on his arm that was bleeding. He turned around with his back to Cheyenne, announcing in a cold voice. “You may leave now, but you are not allowed to step foot in the Foley Villa ever again!”

Finally able to breathe, Cheyenne continued coughing with a red face. She raised her head in a somewhat embarrassed manner and glanced at his tall and sturdy figure.

As she lowered her head, that sparkling teardrop finally couldn’t be hidden anymore and rolled down.

“Kelvin, your hand! What should we do… How could she be so cruel!” Abbie rushed over, grabbing Kelvin’s arm and crying.

“It’s okay.”

The scene before her eyes was “harmonious” to the extreme.

“Mr. Foley, don’t worry. Since we’re divorced and going our separate ways, we have nothing to do with each other. The Foley Villa is dirty now, and I’m not interested in coming back. There are plenty of handsome guys waiting for me outside.”

Cheyenne straightened her back and smiled brightly.

Going their separate ways… Wasn’t this what he wanted?

Kelvin, congratulations on being free!

She pulled her luggage over and turned around to leave. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to wave at Abbie.

“Miss Berry, thank you for letting me see him clearly. This old man isn’t that great after all. I don’t want him anymore; I’ll generously give him to you! No need to thank me too much!”

At these words, Kelvin’s face darkened.

Abbie gritted her teeth to suppress her anger; she had to maintain a ladylike appearance in front of Kelvin and couldn’t curse at Cheyenne.

All she could do was awkwardly smile while watching Cheyenne arrogantly leave their sight.

‘Cheyenne… You wait; I won’t let you get away with this!’

As Cheyenne carried her heavy luggage down the stairs, there was still a lingering pain in her heart.

Upon seeing her come down, Reece quickly put away the small comb and stuffed it into his suit pocket before walking up to her.

“Cheyenne, are you okay?” He took the luggage from her hand and looked at the woman in front of him with red-rimmed eyes. His heart also became heavy.

In his memory, Cheyenne was always a lazy and carefree girl. Seeing her in such a pitiful state made him feel distressed.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.”

“Your neck… is it him? Damn it, does Kelvin still count as a man? He actually hurt you. I’ll go find him for revenge!” Reece was so angry that he wanted to fight right then and there.

He took two steps outside but suddenly stopped in his tracks. Cheyenne stood with arms crossed, looking at him with a playful smile on her face. “Go ahead, why did you stop?”

His face turned red as he reached up to touch his nose embarrassedly. “I’m unable to defeat him!”

The woman rolled her eyes at him with an expression that said “I knew it would be like this.”

“Don’t ever say you know me when you go out, I can’t afford to lose face!”

The Lawrence Villa is located in the bustling area of Akloit; Looking around, one could see small villas scattered about charmingly.

The car stopped at the entrance where Cheyenne let Reece go back first before carrying her luggage alone towards the door.

“Lady Cheyenne…you’re back?” Ewan was an old man who had been working as security for the Lawrence family for years. He had watched Cheyenne grow up so their relationship was quite deep.

With red eyes, he opened the door with joy on his face.

“Ewan, it’s been long time.”

Since Cheyenne got married, she rarely came back here except at Christmas time.

As a servant, Ewan couldn’t comment on the reason why she seldom came back.

As soon as she stepped into the threshold, she heard a sharp and sarcastic voice ringing in her ear.

“Cheyenne, how dare you come back? The whole town knows about your affair outside and being dumped by Kelvin. You’ve brought shame to our Lawrence family.”

The girl wore a blue sleeveless dress with delicate curls in her hair. Her fair complexion and features were vaguely similar to Cheyenne’s.

She was Nora Lawrence – Cheyenne’s half-sister from another mother.

When George Lawrence was young, he married Selah Edwards – a daughter of the wealthy Edwards family and also Cheyenne’s mother. Unfortunately, Selah had poor health and died during childbirth.

At that time, George’s company was just starting up and he had to work hard every day for his business. Because of the busy schedule, he didn’t have time to take care of his newborn daughter.

Malaya frequented the Lawrence Villa with the excuse that she wanted to help take care of Cheyenne, her best friend Selah’s baby daughter. As a result, Malaya became close with George and they got married despite Selah’s recent passing away.

So Nora was only one year younger than Cheyenne.

Later, they had a boy named Sean Lawrence who just turned 18 and started college.

Malaya’s position in the Lawrence family was completely stable.

At first, Malaya tried to leave a good impression on everyone, so she treated Cheyenne fairly well.

But with Nora’s and Sean’s birth, she naturally became selfish and began to protect her own two children everywhere.

Meanwhile, George was busy with his business and hardly ever came home. He believed whatever Malaya said about Cheyenne and became estranged from Cheyenne.

Ignoring her words, Cheyenne walked over to the sofa and poured herself a glass of water. She leisurely sipped it while glancing at Malaya from the corner of her eye. “Are you done talking? If you are, then get out!”

Nora was so angry that she gritted her teeth. “Mom, look at how my sister is acting! This is our home but she told me to leave!”

“Alright, why are sisters fighting? Nora, don’t make your sister mad. She just got divorced, so her mood isn’t great,” said the woman who stepped forward to mediate.

She looked like she was in her early forties, but because of appropriate skin care, she looked like she was only thirty-five years old – mature yet charming.

Her figure wrapped tightly in a tight dress paired with high heels that clicked as she walked towards them.

It wasn’t hard to see that she must have been quite beautiful when young; otherwise how could she have quickly hooked up with Cheyenne’s father within such a short period of time?

Cheyenne coldly smiled at this duplicitous stepmother.