She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 135

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.