She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 134: The Dead Don'T Have The Privilege To Say No

Chapter 134: The Dead Don't Have the Privilege to Say No

Cheyenne heard the words of the chubby woman and a glimmer flashed quickly before her eyes. She lifted her foot and walked over.

"Excuse me, sis. Did you see what happened here just now? May I ask if you saw the people who were fighting?"

Suddenly, a beautiful girl appeared in front of them, so captivating that one couldn't take their eyes off her. The chubby woman was not fond of Cheyenne, but when the latter called her "sis", she couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

'This girl really knows how to talk. I'm almost fifty years old, but she calls me sis. Do I really look so young?'

At the thought, she answered Cheyenne in a gentle tone,

"Oh my God, it was terrifying! I just saw with my own eyes that group of people in black clothes beating a young guy nearly to death. The one leading them was a bald guy, looked to be in his thirties, covered in tattoos, and had an extremely menacing look."

A bald guy covered in tattoos in his thirties... Cheyenne quickly searched through her memories and realized that she had no relevant memories of such a guy.

"How many people are there on their side?"

The woman shook her head and hesitated for a moment, then extended one hand and made a gesture of five turning into seven.

She sighed and said, "I... I don't remember very clearly, but there were quite a few people on their side."

"Okay, thank you, sis."

At the scene of the crime, two police officers in uniform were taking photos. Cheyenne was just approaching when she was scolded by the two officers and told to go back.

"Don't get too close here, please step back and don't disturb the scene."

Cheyenne looked at the puddle of blood on the ground and felt even more uneasy.

She could basically confirm that Eddie was targeted because of her. Who sent these people?

Just as she was about to leave, Cheyenne spotted a small round ball near the nearby sewer opening.

She immediately took out the one in her pocket and compared it with the other, to her surprise, the two beads were exactly identical!

Perhaps she can find some clues on the beads.

A glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and she secretly clenched the two beads in her palm before turning around to leave.

In the crowd, a mysterious black shadow silently followed Cheyenne, while the man tightly held onto his suit jacket with both hands.

Underneath the suit, there was a sharp little knife.

Cheyenne got back into the car and started up the Lamborghini, preparing to head to Omari's law firm, NIGHTBREEZE.

After all, Omari had some connections in Akloit, and having him help in the search for the owner of the bead would be much quicker than her trying to do it alone.

Cheyenne also thought it was a good opportunity to tell Omari what had happened here.

Her feet lightly pressed on the accelerator, but because she was thinking about things, she didn't drive fast. Soon, an ordinary blue Volkswagen caught up with her from behind and followed her closely.

She arrived at a traffic light intersection and waited for the light to change. Cheyenne glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror out of boredom, her gaze filled with suspicion as it rested on the blue sedan behind her.

Why does it look so familiar?

The red light turned yellow, then green three seconds later. With a hint of suspicion, Cheyenne changed her original driving trajectory and went straight ahead.

The blue car behind her also moved along with her but kept its distance at about fifty meters away from her all the time.

Something's wrong!

Cheyenne's heart trembled slightly as she put both hands firmly on the steering wheel and suddenly turned it 360 degrees in the middle of the road to change direction.

The wheels rubbed against the ground, producing black marks that could faintly smell like burnt rubber. Her sudden turn almost caused a collision with cars coming from behind; one van slammed on its brakes while several other vehicles were forced to stop too.

The blue Volkswagen had no choice but to stop as well. Across a green belt strip between them, they saw Cheyenne roll down her window and make a victory gesture towards them with an extremely bright smile on her face.

The driver angrily slapped his steering wheel. "Damn! That woman found us!"

Two young men wearing black jackets sat in the back seat; they quickly opened the doors, ready to chase after Cheyenne when suddenly she stepped hard on gas pedal, causing the pink sports car to speed off like an agile leopard running through plains, leaving them far behind within seconds.

"What should we do now?" one man asked anxiously

"Don't worry; we have plan B! Tell our buddies to act now. Send out that woman's location!" replied another man confidently.

"Yes."

Meanwhile, Cheyenne thought that shaking off the blue car which followed her could make her out of danger, but just when she slowed down, another blue Volkswagen was heading towards her!

The driver in the car opened the sunroof, and then a man in a suit, wearing a black mask, crawled on the car roof.

Just as the two cars were about to pass each other, the man leaped.

His target was her!

Oh no!

This group of people inside this second vehicle also came after herself!

In a critical moment, Cheyenne gripped the steering wheel with both hands and twisted it to turn the car around. Just as the man jumped out of the car, he hit the window at that very moment.

"Bang."

The car window received a massive impact, producing a loud, resounding noise. The man's face contorted under the pressure.

Because he was wearing a mask, Cheyenne could only see his fierce and cold eyes, full of murderous intent, like an evil demon crawling out of hell.

The man's body fell,

The man's body fell down and was suddenly crushed by the car from behind, resulting in his arm being instantly broken, with blood splattering three feet away.

The tragedy that occurred in broad daylight stunned the passersby on both sides of the street. They stopped in their tracks and looked over. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The pink luxury car was surrounded, and three blue Volkswagen cars appeared from nowhere.

In front of her, cars on both sides had their headlights glaring menacingly.

And behind her, the two cars that had attempted to attack her earlier had caught up. Cheyenne was now trapped in the middle.

What should she do?

She... she could be certain that she was being targeted now.

A tall black figure emerged from the blue sedan, and the man's vicious eyes looked coldly over.

The voice was chillingly low, sending shivers down one's spine. "Miss Lawrence, you've got nowhere to run. If you don't want to die in a terrible way, just get out of the car and come with us!"

'Nowhere to run? There's no place in this world that I can't walk away from!'

She rolled down the car window, revealing a stunningly beautiful and fair face. Even in this situation, she managed to maintain a serene and calm smile on her face.

Considering her age, she had pretty good self-control.

"I can come with you guys, but you need to tell me first who sent you here, hmm?"

She drew out the end syllable, imbued with a wordless allure, yet the man remained indifferent, still gazing at her with an icy detachment.

"Miss Lawrence, the dead don't have the privilege to say no."

"This statement, I equally offer to you, sir!"

"You're asking for death!"

"Just try me."