She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 135: Don’t Move

If it were an ordinary woman, she would definitely be scared stiff and unable to walk in this situation of being surrounded by enemies.

But Cheyenne dared to argue with him, which was really surprising and impressive.

Unfortunately, she would soon be a dead person.

The man waved his hand to signal his subordinates to act, and five cars rushed towards Cheyenne at the same time. The speed was so fast that it caused a gust of air flow, and the wind howled against the glass as if it had just gone through a storm.

At this point, it was all about courage. Cheyenne took a deep breath and quickly calmed down after causing a commotion.

She licked her luscious lips, her captivating eyes half-lidded, and then she closed them.

‘I overestimated her. After all, she is still a young girl in her prime. How could she not be afraid when facing death? Look, she even closes her eyes, waiting for death. It seems that all her previous rebuttal is just out of bravado.’

“Miss Lawrence, if you were…”

The man had not finished his sentence when the pink sports car in front of him came straight towards him and crashed.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

Three meters.

The cars were getting closer, and it seemed like they were about to collide. The bystanders around them also closed their eyes and covered their ears with their hands.

There was less than twenty centimeters of distance left between the two cars, and their front ends were facing each other.

The man’s face turned pale at the sight of Cheyenne’s stunningly beautiful face with her eyes tightly closed. “She is a crazy woman!” he exclaimed.

At the moment of collision, the blue Volkswagen was pushed back several meters by the power of the sports car, and the metal collided with a dazzling silver-white flame.

Cheyenne closed her eyes tightly and couldn’t see anything. She floored the pedal.

not their enemies,

as you can’t see the face of fear, you can move

She did it.

glaring flames, it was ultimately the man who first became scared.

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

the pink Lamborghini was heavily

oil in the tank also continuously

shielded her head with both hands and huddled down

have

steps due to inertia. She was now

door of the blue sedan opened and over a dozen men in black suits, wearing masks and black duckbill caps stepped out, one

hit

“Click.”

took off her sandals and, as

it, you f*cking bitch, how dare you

“Grab her!”

man crowded in, reaching out to grab her shoulder, but Cheyenne

painful cry from the man. Cheyenne took advantage of their

of the car, ignited the lighter in her hand

“Sizzle.”

fell onto the black gasoline and quickly turned into a raging inferno that grew at a

filled the ears of everyone

careful; move

leader of the men who had just exited the car saw the burning fire beneath Cheyenne’s car, and his face immediately turned pale. He clutched his head with one

“Bang.”

the clean, straight street. Following that, a red mushroom cloud rose from the ground, only to transform into billowing black smoke

wave of heat hit Cheyenne as she stood less than five meters away from the

as she descended, her

branches in the flower bed, were bleeding profusely.

When the flames rushed towards them, they scrambled on the ground like paper figures on fire, desperately trying

the flames woke up from the thrilling experience and looked towards Cheyenne, who