She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 144: Can’t Get Up Without Five Million

The next day, there was not a single report about the highroad ambush incident!

This weird situation soon made Cheyenne smell something fishy. Who was manipulating everything behind the scenes?

From the number and skills of the black-clad individuals, it was clear that they were not temporary employees without organization or discipline. Although Volkswagen was not a luxury car brand, burning five cars in one go seemed excessively extravagant.

It’d only been half a day since the incident happened, and the other party had bought off all the newspapers and media. It was evident that the power behind this was immense.

Who could it be? Why did they have to go after her and Eddie?

“Cheyenne, I came to see you. Are you okay? Oh my goodness, as soon as I heard that something happened to you, I immediately rushed to buy a plane ticket from Briyra and flew back.”

Suddenly, a loud voice from outside the door interrupted Cheyenne’s thoughts. She trembled slightly and looked up at the person who had arrived.

“Who are you?”

The comer had a thick layer of white powder on his face and round paper-cut-like cheek blush. With smoky makeup on his face, he ran so fast that his messy golden hair looked like a bird’s nest on top of his head.

Reece felt he was hurt by Cheyenne’s words.

With one hand bracing against the door panel and the other clutching his chest, his towering frame slowly slid downward.

“I… I have been hurt by you. Without five million, I cannot get up.”

with those words, he indeed seated himself on

reached for an apple from the

feel embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but frown. “I really flew

movie and they happened to be working at night. Just as he finished work and was about to go home for a good night’s sleep, he received a call from

from abroad overnight and didn’t close his eyes for a

How about you lay down and take a nap? It might as well be a way to clean

the apple, which was about the size of her fist. Reece’s lips twitched as he listened to her words and quickly got up from the ground, brushing off

the apple from her hand, biting into it

“Hey, that’s my apple!”

bite out of my ice cream before. What’s wrong

half-eaten apple disappeared in an instant as Reece swallowed

nearby chair and sit down while grabbing a banana from the fruit plate on his way there. He peeled

me. I took one bite, and the rest was for you and

at that time and had just started third grade. Malaya always found ways to withhold her allowance money

other kids would gather together to eat snacks and talk about their latest toys while Cheyenne stood by herself watching them hungrily. She even got bullied by some classmates. “Hey, Cheyenne. Do you want this ice cream? Just kneel down and let me hop on your back

red checkered shirt with baggy gray harem pants that enveloped his short, chubby legs. He sported a center-parted hairstyle, and his

was spoiled by everyone in the family. His school bag always seemed to contain a variety of snacks, and

time among classmates there was this game called “jumping horse,” where one person acted like a horse on all fours while another kid jumped over

tendency to show off his family’s wealth and snacks, making him quite irritating to others, and no one wanted to

led to her speaking even less, and she often sat silently in the back of the classroom, near the

it the “Emperor’s Throne”, and it was specifically assigned

month, there was an exam, and students could choose their seats and study partners based on their

when she scored first place multiple times, she couldn’t choose her seat or study

that a “bad student” like her could suddenly have a breakthrough and get first place.