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.”

had to slow down the car and turned to ask the

that faint dog’s cry with his sharp hearing? He nodded and quickly gave his assessment, “Northwest direction,

a small black dog, around two to three months old, stuck on a utility pole.

blood from being strangled by the leash. The blood flowed down its black fur, forming a small puddle on the concrete floor

do this? Why would someone abandon a dog like this? Even if they were giving it up,

remembered the black dog she used to have. Comparatively, this dog was smaller

trying to approach the small dog. Animals usually react with fear

Cheyenne with its pitiful black shiny eyes, showing a mix of fear and

I’m here to save you. I’m a good person, okay? I will take you to eat delicious food,

from the supermarket. She tore open

towards Cheyenne, with its short thin legs. Its tail swayed behind, and it raised its paws in

realizing that this dog

a smart little

bore a resemblance to Chance, the black dog she

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

to see

and reached out his slender and well-defined hand

all over but its feet were white. Its paws are white. It’s three

it even nodded at me to thank me earlier. Benson, when it recovers, we can train it to become

to her description and envisioned the appearance

“Black… so ugly.”

He preferred white.

could finish speaking, the dog, who was busy eating, suddenly lifted