She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 419: Smart Dog

Danielle and Cheyenne were in the midst of a heated argument when suddenly, a dark shadow fell upon Danielle’s head. It was the fallen lamp post, heading straight towards her direction.

The incident happened too suddenly, and Danielle barely had time to react. Her legs gave way first, and she plopped down onto the scorching hot pavement. She was wearing a thin strappy dress, with bare thighs covered only by sheer stockings.

The sensation of pain and heat shot through her limbs as she sat there, wide-eyed, watching the lamp post crash down. She let out a panicked and terrified scream, piercing to the ears.

Up in a high-rise building, a sniper watched as his bullet unintentionally hit the lamp post. He clenched his lips in frustration, swiftly packed up his equipment, and left.

A weak gust of wind blew by, dispersing the heavy smell of gunpowder in the air. There was no trace left, as if nobody had ever been there.

Cheyenne, still shaken, stared at the lamp post hanging in mid-air. It was only two centimeters away from crushing Danielle’s head. That post must have weighed at least two hundred pounds, and if it had hit, it would have been fatal.

However, what caught her attention was the obvious black hole on the lamp post, oozing a wisp of black smoke. It was the result of friction between metals at extremely high speeds, causing a fire.

If Benson had reacted just slightly slower, she might have met her demise. Benson, also filled with fright, tightly held Cheyenne’s hand, trembling. He said anxiously, “Cheyenne, let’s go home quickly.”

“Okay.”

Without hesitation, she picked up their belongings, took hold of Benson’s hand, and got into the car, ready to leave.

Behind them, Danielle remained sitting on the ground. Her delicate and beautiful face was pale, filled with anger. She called out loudly from behind, “Cheyenne, please… please don’t leave me behind. It was so scary.”

small alleyway, she faintly heard a pitiful dog’s howling. She had to slow down the car and turned to ask the man sitting in the passenger seat,

faint dog’s cry with his sharp hearing?

a utility pole.

The blood flowed down its black fur, forming

this? Even if they were giving it up, there was no need to tie it up on a pole, slowly starving it to death. Such a cruel

have. Comparatively, this dog was smaller in size and seemed

untying the leash. She reached out her fair hand, trying to approach the small dog. Animals usually

Cheyenne with its pitiful black shiny eyes, showing a

I’m a good person, okay? I will take you to

and milk that she had bought from the supermarket. She tore open the package of ham sausages and

steps towards Cheyenne, with its short thin legs. Its tail swayed behind, and

scene surprised Cheyenne, realizing that this dog

a smart little

to Chance, the black dog she previously

dog in her arms, wrapping it in her white coat, and brought it

it to

Benson smiled lightly and reached out his slender and well-defined hand to stroke the dog’s head. “Cheyenne, what does it look

a rural dog, with black fur all over but its feet were white. Its paws are white. It’s three to

to thank me earlier. Benson, when it recovers, we can

man with a dignified presence, listened to her description and envisioned the appearance of the dog

“Black… so ugly.”

He preferred white.

could finish speaking, the dog, who was busy eating, suddenly lifted its head and barked