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.

took two or three steps

about to break,

hand above her head, and her delicate, cold fingers reached to the side of her temple to tidy up the butterfly-shaped

an action couldn’t

speechless. ‘I am robbing her! Can’t she show

graceful figure wrapped in a black short skirt, with roundness supporting the fabric of the suspender skirt. The seductive curves were like those of a sea

his thick eyebrows furrowed while his gaze turned

from him, 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!” Reece’s sudden

you for mercy?

that, the four of them

saw this and slapped

“Uh-huh.”

Cheyenne patted her hands regretfully and turned to the person

sudden figure that appeared before her eyes. Cheyenne was stunned. How did he

his black handmade leather shoes shining brightly in

off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. In contrast, Kelvin only

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

like she had stolen an adult’s clothes – petite yet

looked just moments

“It’s you?”

black jacket which still had traces of his mint scent lingering

she realized that she had been bewitched

learn a lesson? Just one gesture

off the jacket so as to return it back but suddenly Kelvin reached out to

ex-husband? How ridiculous!” Cheyenne stared straight into his sharp deep-set eyes without

Her voice was cold and sharp, “Mr. Foley, you don’t need to remind me where