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.

need to overcome is not

face of

She did it.

man who first became scared. He

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

noises echoed as the pink Lamborghini was heavily damaged from all

the strong impact, the oil in the tank also continuously

head with both hands and huddled down

to have escaped without a

continued to move forward a few more steps due to inertia. She was now surrounded by four vehicles, truly finding herself in an inescapable

dozen men in black suits, wearing masks and black duckbill

hit

“Click.”

Cheyenne quietly took off her sandals and, as he opened the door, she swung the sandal and hurled it

it, you f*cking bitch,

“Grab her!”

out to grab her shoulder, but Cheyenne swiftly grabbed his

from the man. Cheyenne took advantage of their momentary distraction and kicked the man in the face with her

out of the car, ignited the lighter in her hand and tossed it

“Sizzle.”

black gasoline and quickly turned into a raging inferno that grew

of the flames filled the

move away

car saw the burning fire beneath Cheyenne’s car, and

“Bang.”

red mushroom cloud rose from

hit Cheyenne as she stood less than five meters away

using the half-person-high greenery to shield herself from most of the flames’ impact. However, as she descended, her head hit the steps, causing a gash on her forehead. A streak of

tree branches in the flower bed, were

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

avoid the flames woke up from the