She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 135: Don't Move
If it were an ordinary woman, she would definitely be scared stiff and unable to walk in this situation of being surrounded by enemies.
But Cheyenne dared to argue with him, which was really surprising and impressive.
Unfortunately, she would soon be a dead person.
The man waved his hand to signal his subordinates to act, and five cars rushed towards Cheyenne at the same time. The speed was so fast that it caused a gust of air flow, and the wind howled against the glass as if it had just gone through a
storm.
At this point, it was all about courage. Cheyenne took a deep breath and quickly calmed down after causing a commotion.
She licked her luscious lips, her captivating eyes half-lidded, and then she closed them.
'I overestimated her. After all, she is still a young girl in her prime. How could she not be afraid when facing death? Look, she even closes her eyes, waiting for death. It seems that all her previous rebuttal is just out of bravado.'
"Miss Lawrence, if you were..."
The man had not finished his sentence when the pink sports car in front of him came straight towards him and crashed.
Ten meters.
Eight meters.
Three meters.
The cars were getting closer, and it seemed like they were about to collide. The bystanders around them also closed their eyes and covered their ears with their hands.
There was less than twenty centimeters of distance left between the two cars, and their front ends were facing each other.
The man's face turned pale at the sight of Cheyenne's stunningly beautiful face with her eyes tightly closed. "She is a crazy woman!" he exclaimed.
At the moment of collision, the blue Volkswagen was pushed back several meters by the power of the sports car, and the metal collided with a dazzling silver-white flame.
Cheyenne closed her eyes tightly and couldn't see anything. She floored the pedal.
What people often need to overcome is not their enemies, but the fear within themselves!
As long as you can't see the face of fear, you can move forward without hesitation!
She did it.
Under the glaring flames, it was ultimately the man who first became scared. He quickly turned the steering wheel and veered the car to the left.
"Bang."
"Bang."
"Bang."
Three consecutive loud crashing noises echoed as the pink Lamborghini was heavily damaged from all sides, its body deformed.
Under the strong impact, the oil in the tank also continuously flowed out.
At the moment of impact, Cheyenne shielded her head with both hands and huddled down into the seat, but even so, she still sustained an injury to her forehead.
She was lucky to have escaped without a concussion.
Though she had released the steering wheel, the car continued to move forward a few more steps due to inertia. She was now surrounded by four vehicles, truly finding herself in an inescapable situation
The door of the blue sedan opened and over a dozen men in black suits, wearing masks and black duckbill caps stepped out, one of them holding a hydraulic jack.
He violently hit the car window.
"Click."
The car window instantly shattered into fine shards. In the moment when the man opened the door, Cheyenne quietly took off her sandals and, as he opened the door, she swung the sandal and hurled it at his forehead.
"Damn it, you f*cking bitch, how dare you hit me!"
"Grab her!"
Another man crowded in, reaching out to grab her shoulder, but Cheyenne swiftly grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and forcefully pushed him back.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones being dislocated, there was a painful cry from the man. Cheyenne took advantage of their momentary distraction and kicked the man in the face with her bare foot.
With a graceful leap, she swiftly flipped out of the car, ignited the lighter in her hand and tossed it under the car.
"Sizzle."
The flames fell onto the black gasoline and quickly turned into a raging inferno
that grew at a visible speed.
The crackling of the flames filled the ears of everyone present.
"Be careful; move away quickly!"
The leader of the men who had just exited the car saw the burning fire beneath Cheyenne's car, and his face immediately turned pale. He clutched his head with one hand and ran away in the opposite direction.
"Bang."
A deafening explosion erupted on the clean, straight street. Following that, a red mushroom cloud rose from the ground, only to transform into billowing black smoke in mid-air.
A wave of heat hit Cheyenne as she stood less than five meters away from the
raging inferno.
She rolled into a green area at the moment of the explosion, using the half- person-high greenery to shield herself from most of the flames' impact. However, as she descended, her head hit the steps, causing a gash on her forehead. A streak of fresh blood hung on her fair face, and her disheveled hair spilled over
her shoulders.
Her bare feet, injured by tree branches in the flower bed, were bleeding profusely. She struggled to get up.
As for those men, they were unlucky. When the flames rushed towards them, they scrambled on the ground like paper figures on fire, desperately trying to
extinguish the flames.
The only leader who managed to avoid the flames woke up from the thrilling experience and looked towards Cheyenne, who was preparing to escape.
"Oh no, she's going to run, hurry and chase her!"
At this moment, a speeding black luxury car passed by Cheyenne.
The car door suddenly opened and a person inside reached out with a long,
bronze hand to grab her shoulder and pull her into the car.
The door was closed.
The luxury car quickly drove away dozens of meters, leaving the two men who
were chasing her gritting their teeth and exchanging a glance.
"Damn it, she escaped."
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In the car, Chris was driving and he carefully glanced behind him using his peripheral vision Cheyenne's head was still throbbing intensely, and it felt so heavy. The blood flowing from her forehead had soaked her eyelashes, making her vision blurry. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
It took a lot of effort to see the man in front of her clearly.
Who else could it be but Kelvin with his profound facial features, cold and sharp eyes, and an indifferent expression on his face?
At just one glance, Cheyenne laughed at herself self-deprecatingly.
She was actually saved by Kelvin.
Logically, he should be the one wishing for her own demise, right?
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As Cheyenne moved her shoulder
slightly, the man's large hand firmly pressed down on her. His voice cold and unfeeling, sounded above her head. "Don't move if you don't want to die." Cheyenne struggled to lift her head and looked at him weakly, "Help... help me find Omari..." The
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After speaking, she blacked out and fainted.
Her head tilted back, about to hit the car seat, when a warm, large hand caught
the back of her head.
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Kelvin's chilliness in his eyes became
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He had gone through all the trouble to save her, but just before she lost
consciousness, the name she called out was someone else's.
He must have lost his mind to drop a contract worth billions and rush over from
the the Vintage Club in such a hurry.
He must be crazy!