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.”

Cheyenne passed through a 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,

with his sharp hearing? He nodded and quickly gave his assessment, “Northwest direction, approximately fifty

three months old, stuck on a utility pole. It seemed to have been starved for two or three days, and its barks were becoming hoarse

blood from being strangled by the leash. The blood flowed down its black fur, forming

up, there was no need to tie it up on a pole, slowly starving it to death. Such a cruel and malicious

Comparatively, this dog was smaller in size and seemed to

approached, personally untying the leash. She reached out her fair hand, trying to approach the small dog. Animals usually react with fear when they encounter humans. The dog quickly darted to the side, trembling, its body swaying

looked back at Cheyenne with its pitiful black shiny eyes,

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

have some ham sausages and milk that she had bought from the supermarket. She tore open the package of ham sausages and waved it in front of

wagging its body, taking small unsteady steps towards Cheyenne, with its short thin legs. Its tail swayed behind, and it raised its paws in a pleasing manner, bowing to

that this dog could actually

smart

bore a resemblance to Chance, the black dog she previously

her arms, wrapping it in her

to

and reached out his slender and well-defined

were white. Its paws are white.

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

presence, listened to her description and envisioned the appearance of the dog in his

“Black… so ugly.”

He preferred white.

busy eating, suddenly lifted its head and barked at him