She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 643: Why Keep Pets in the Library?

"So you're saying this is actually a snake with an intelligent program?" Cheyenne pinched herself hard. If it weren't for the sharp pain in her thigh, she would have seriously questioned whether she was living in a dream.

Before she could fully accept the reality before her, the snake's fangs were about to strike her face. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, dodging the potentially fatal attack by moving to the side. However, the bookshelf behind her suffered the consequences.

Bang!

Wood chips flew in the air as books tumbled down from the shelf, as if it had just experienced a rainstorm. The bookshelf was damaged, and the wooden ladder resting on it lost its support. It teetered precariously.

Cheyenne, standing on the ladder, was also in jeopardy. She anxiously gripped the ladder's handrail and, in a moment of quick thinking, kicked the adjacent bookshelf as the stairs were about to fall towards the ground. Finding a point of leverage, she used all her strength to support the falling ladder, turning it in mid-air.

Bang.

The ladder leaned at a 45-degree angle against another bookshelf, stabilizing itself. She had finally escaped a disaster.

However, she couldn't celebrate too soon, as the coiled golden snake began to shake, emitting a bright purple light that bathed the entire room in a faint purple hue. It was no longer just the snake's fangs; now the entire snake was transforming.

Cheyenne widened her eyes in astonishment, clasping her hands together and bowing apologetically to the dignified snake statue. "Sir... I apologize, did I disturb you?"

"Here's what we can do. You pretend you didn't see me, and I'll pretend I didn't see you."

"How about we mind our own business?"

However, the snake's response was a sweeping tail, indicating that there was no room for negotiation.

Cheyenne was displeased. Did she have to resort to her ultimate skill?

Her silver needles pierced the metallic snake, creating crisp and distinct sounds as they fell to the ground. Furthermore, Cheyenne noticed that the needles that had fallen had either snapped or bent... it pained her deeply.

These silver needles were a gift from Omari, all made of refined steel. They were so sharp that they could penetrate walls, yet they seemed utterly useless against this golden snake.

The snake opened its blood-filled mouth and lunged straight at her.

Ah!

red lips as Cheyenne instinctively closed her eyes and covered her head

"Thump."

out of the snake's mouth, landing perfectly in front of the bookshelf where Cheyenne stood. She widened her eyes in astonishment and looked up

three-meter-long body slowly retracted back into the shrine, coiling into the shape of an incense stick, just

if nothing

sweat, and she thought with lingering fear, "If that snake hadn't stopped, perhaps my life would have

a long sigh

black iron box on the bookshelf. Just as Cheyenne was about to reach out to grab it, it

hand with her eyes, and what came into view was a breathtakingly

white three-piece suit, with a delicate ruby brooch shining brilliantly on his chest, complementing his

an elegant and composed smile playing at the corners. The man was smiling at her. He picked up the box with

be a

the message

G

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Cheyenne didn't place

be

palm because this

to her. She

cautious about the sudden

now

friendliness from a stranger.

you?" Cheyenne's voice sounded cold and

man froze for a second, then smirked, lifting the corners of his lips. His voice

your memories. You don't even

sighed in

had she been doing these past three

know so many strange

distant response, the confusion and contemplation in her eyes. It was clear that she had

"Miss Lawrence, it seems