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.

to overcome is not

you can’t see the face of

She did it.

became scared. He quickly turned the steering wheel and veered the

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

loud crashing noises echoed as the pink Lamborghini was heavily damaged from all

oil in the

both hands and huddled down into the seat, but even so, she

was lucky to have escaped

steps due to inertia. She was now surrounded by

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

hit

“Click.”

car window instantly shattered into fine shards. In the moment when the man opened the door, Cheyenne quietly took off her sandals and, as he opened the door, she swung the sandal and hurled it at his

f*cking bitch, how dare you hit

“Grab her!”

shoulder, but Cheyenne swiftly grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and forcefully pushed

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

ignited the lighter in her hand and tossed it under the

“Sizzle.”

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

the flames filled the ears

move

exited the car saw the burning fire beneath Cheyenne’s car, and his face immediately turned

“Bang.”

street. Following that, a red mushroom cloud rose from the ground, only to transform

wave of heat hit Cheyenne as she stood

descended, her head hit the steps, causing a gash on her forehead. A streak of fresh blood hung on her fair face, and her

bare feet, injured by tree branches in the flower bed, were bleeding profusely. She

unlucky. When the flames rushed towards them, they scrambled on

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