She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 134: The Dead Don’t Have the Privilege to Say No

Cheyenne heard the words of the chubby woman and a glimmer flashed quickly before her eyes. She lifted her foot and walked over.

“Excuse me, sis. Did you see what happened here just now? May I ask if you saw the people who were fighting?”

Suddenly, a beautiful girl appeared in front of them, so captivating that one couldn’t take their eyes off her. The chubby woman was not fond of Cheyenne, but when the latter called her “sis”, she couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.

“This girl really knows how to talk. I’m almost fifty years old, but she calls me sis. Do I really look so young?*

At the thought, she answered Cheyenne in a gentle tone,

“Oh my God, it was terrifying! I just saw with my own eyes that group of people in black clothes beating a young guy nearly to death. The one leading them was a bald guy, looked to be in his thirties, covered in tattoos, and had an extremely menacing look.”

A bald guy covered in tattoos in his thirties… Cheyenne quickly searched through her memories and realized that she had no relevant memories of such a guy.

“How many people are there on their side?”

The woman shook her head and hesitated for a moment, then extended one hand and made a gesture of five turning into seven.

She sighed and said, “I… I don’t remember very clearly, but there were quite a few people on their side.”

“Okay, thank you, sis.”

At the scene of the crime, two police officers in uniform were taking photos. Cheyenne was just approaching when she was scolded by the two officers and told to go back.

“Don’t get too close here, please step back and don’t disturb the scene.”

Cheyenne looked at the puddle of blood on the ground and felt even more uneasy.

She could basically confirm that Eddie was targeted because of her. Who sent these people?

Just as she was about to leave, Cheyenne spotted a small round ball near the nearby sewer opening. She immediately took out the one in her pocket and compared it with the other, to her surprise, the two beads were exactly identical!

find some clues

and she secretly clenched the two beads

black shadow silently followed Cheyenne, while the man

the suit, there was a sharp

the Lamborghini, preparing to

search for the owner of the bead would be much quicker than her trying to do

also thought it was a good opportunity to tell Omari what

she was thinking about things, she didn’t drive fast. Soon, an ordinary blue Volkswagen caught up with her from behind

waited for the light to change. Cheyenne glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror out of boredom, her gaze filled with suspicion as it rested on the blue

does it look so

turned yellow, then green three seconds later. With a hint of suspicion, Cheyenne

also moved along with her but kept its distance at about fifty meters away from her

Something’s wrong!

as she put both hands firmly on the steering wheel and suddenly turned it 360 degrees in the middle of the road

against the ground, producing black marks that could faintly smell like burnt rubber. Her sudden turn almost caused a collision with cars coming from behind; one van slammed on

saw Cheyenne roll down her window and make a victory gesture towards

driver angrily slapped his steering wheel. “Damn! That

men wearing black jackets sat in the back seat; they quickly opened the doors, ready to chase after Cheyenne when suddenly she stepped hard on gas pedal, causing the pink sports car to speed off like an agile leopard running through plains, leaving them far behind within seconds. “What should we do now?” one

our buddies to act now. Send out that woman’s location!” replied

“Yes.”

her could make her out of danger, but just when she slowed

car opened the sunroof, and then a man in a suit, wearing a black mask, crawled on the

the two cars were about to

His target was her!

Oh no!

inside this second

Cheyenne gripped the steering wheel with both hands and twisted it to turn the car around. Just as the man

received a massive impact, producing a loud, resounding noise. The

cold eyes, full of murderous intent,

The man’s body fell,