She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 161: You Have No Right to Control Me Just when everyone thought that the slim young woman would be bullied by these four ruffians, Cheyenne deftly dodged their attacks. When those sticks swung towards her, she seized the teenage boy’s wrist while he was distracted.

She pulled him towards her, lifted her foot and delivered a powerful kick on a pressure point on his lower leg. This kick could be excruciatingly painful, but it wouldn’t be lethal.

Two more fearless boys charged forward, one from the left and one from the right, preparing to attack Cheyenne together.

“Bitch, go to hell,” they shouted and rushed over.

Danger was approaching, yet she was still smiling. The sweet dimple on her lips was exceptionally charming, and there was no sign of panic or fear on her face.

“As long as I’m alive, you all will forever be my henchmen!”

As soon as the words fell, she grabbed the young boy who was flying towards her and threw him over her shoulder, catching him off guard and causing him to fall heavily on the ground with bruises all over his body.

The boy looked at the woman in front of him incredulously. She was clearly still standing in the same spot, yet she had managed to knock them all down at once.

“Damn, this woman is a skilled fighter. We made a wrong move.” “Monkey, what should we do?”

“Run, go find our boss.”

“Right, right, go find Dominic.”

Four young hooligans struggled to get up from the ground, their gazes towards Cheyenne had undergone a qualitative change from initial disdain to present fear.

They stepped back while taunting harshly, “You’re in big trouble for hitting us. Do you even know who our boss is? Wait until Dominic arrives, you’ll be begging on your knees for mercy!”

Cheyenne raises her hand.

young boy’s face changed and he took two or three steps back, reaching out to hold

were about to

to

action couldn’t be more

am robbing her! Can’t she

skirt, with roundness supporting the fabric of the suspender

witnessed such a scene and his thick eyebrows

Cheyenne and Reece didn’t notice the man standing behind them. Reece continued talking to the young boy. “Who is your boss? Even if he’s here, he’ll end up begging for mercy!”

the head of South Street. How can he beg you for mercy? Dream on!

four of them ran away hand

one was a bit naive and stood there dumbfounded. Monkey saw this and slapped him

“Uh-huh.”

fled in panic. Cheyenne patted her hands regretfully and turned to the person next

a sudden figure that

handmade leather shoes shining brightly in

draped it over her shoulders. In contrast, Kelvin only wore a

perfectly while it reached below her hips, covering up her black skirt hemline

glance, Cheyenne looked like she had stolen an adult’s clothes

she looked just moments ago – heroic yet seductive at

“It’s you?”

wearing Kelvin’s black jacket which still had traces of his mint scent lingering on it, refreshing, pleasant-smelling and

she had been bewitched by him again which made her angry beyond

learn a lesson? Just one gesture from him could make my heart start wavering

jacket so as to return it back but suddenly Kelvin reached out to grab hold onto hers firmly while looking

into his sharp deep-set eyes without any fear while

she became. Her voice was cold and sharp, “Mr. Foley, you don’t need to remind me where I am. Besides, we’re divorced, you are in no position to