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 back,

suspected that his bones were about to break, wondering why the woman

her delicate, cold fingers reached to the side of

an action couldn’t

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

figure wrapped in a black short skirt, with roundness

and his thick

facing away 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

beg you for

them

and stood there dumbfounded. Monkey saw this and slapped

“Uh-huh.”

and turned to the person next to her. “I just got warmed up and haven’t

she was going to say because of a sudden

walked over silently, his black handmade leather

his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

jacket fit him perfectly while it reached below her hips, covering up her black

glance, Cheyenne looked like she had stolen an adult’s clothes – petite yet charmingly

she looked just moments ago – heroic yet seductive at

“It’s you?”

traces of his mint scent lingering on it, refreshing,

she had been bewitched by him again which made her angry

lesson? Just one gesture from him could make my heart start wavering again;

out to grab hold

How ridiculous!” Cheyenne stared straight into his sharp deep-set eyes

was to her, the more rebellious she became. Her voice was cold and sharp, “Mr. Foley, you don’t