She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 564: Pentakill

After annihilating the enemy team with a pentakill, Cheyenne stood atop their lifeless bodies, her slender fingers gliding across the keyboard as she typed quickly. Cheyenne: "Your only way out is to surrender."

"No way, we can't surrender even if we die. I don't believe she can kill five of us at once. Let's group up!"

Reece watched in awe, unsure whether to commend him for his bravery or criticize him for his ignorance.

Indeed, after two pentakills, the enemy team's morale was shattered.

Cheyenne secured 25 kills from the enemy team without dying once.

Desperate, the enemy sent a pleading emoji.

This time, the enemy promptly pressed the surrender button.

"Victory!"

As expected, Cheyenne was the MVP with a rating of 14. 8, casually dismissing it with a lip curl.

Softly, she murmured, "It's been a while since I played a game. I never imagined that I couldn't even get thirty kills now."

On the side, Reece looked at his own performance, utterly dumbfounded.

0-0-0!!!

a marksman, he didn't even manage to get a single assist

carried by his teammates felt

to the final screen, the enemy teammates whom she had effortlessly slain flooded her with

your disciple? I'll carry

to rank up, please carry me

know I was wrong, you're the

these friend requests, Cheyenne squinted her eyes and confidently typed a series of words on the screen, void

to exit the game page, a familiar yet

her, wearing a smile that sought her favor. "Cheyenne, long

person, Cheyenne's smile gradually froze and then disappeared completely. She asked

been a long time since I last saw

help but curl her lips into a sarcastic smile. "Father?

George had never shown a pleasant face to her. But he treated Nora with utmost care. In her childhood, she might have found it unfair, but now, she didn't care anymore.

initial goal had not been achieved, so he could only smile superficially and wait. "Cheyenne, don't be like this. I'm genuinely worried about you. If you have

if she hadn't heard, still engrossed in her phone. Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "No,

have the audacity to call yourself Cheyenne's father?" Reece showed signs of

first time I saw Cheyenne, it was in the dead of winter. She was wearing a tattered cotton coat with the cotton stuffing coming out, shivering as she huddled next to a trash can. Where were

she was bullied by the school kids, trapped in an

sea, barely

be Cheyenne's father? If it weren't for Cheyenne's sake, he would have long dealt with George, this old man. Reece used to think Cheyenne was an orphan beggar until he saw her with the teacher