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.”

pitiful dog’s howling. She had to slow down the

could Benson not have heard that faint dog’s cry with his sharp hearing? He nodded and quickly gave his assessment, “Northwest

a utility pole. It seemed to have been starved for two or three days, and its

down its black fur, forming a small puddle on the concrete floor – a sight that evoked

were giving it up, there was no need to tie it up on a pole, slowly starving it to death. Such a

Comparatively, this dog was smaller in size and seemed to

and 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 as it took a few steps

looked back at Cheyenne with its pitiful black shiny eyes, showing a mix of fear

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

supermarket. She tore

hesitant, and after a moment of silence, it started wagging its body, taking small unsteady steps towards Cheyenne, with its short thin legs. Its tail swayed behind,

Cheyenne, realizing that this dog could actually

smart

to Chance, the black

little black dog in her arms, wrapping it in her white coat, and

it to

out his slender and well-defined

a rural dog, with black fur all over but its feet were white. Its paws

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

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

“Black… so ugly.”

He preferred white.

eating, suddenly lifted its head and barked at