She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 161: You Have No Right To Control Me

Chapter 161: You Have No Right to Control Me

Just when everyone thought that the slim young woman would be bullied by these four ruffians, Cheyenne deftly dodged their attacks.

When those sticks swung towards her, she seized the teenage boy's wrist while he was distracted.

She pulled him towards her, lifted her foot and delivered a powerful kick on a pressure point on his lower leg. This kick could be excruciatingly painful, but it wouldn't be lethal.

Two more fearless boys charged forward, one from the left and one from the right, preparing to attack Cheyenne together.

"Bitch, go to hell," they shouted and rushed over.

Danger was approaching, yet she was still smiling. The sweet dimple on her lips was exceptionally charming, and there was no sign of panic or fear on her face.

"As long as I'm alive, you all will forever be my henchmen!"

As soon as the words fell, she grabbed the young boy who was flying towards her and threw him over her shoulder, catching him off guard and causing him to fall heavily on the ground with bruises all over his body.

The boy looked at the woman in front of him incredulously. She was clearly still standing in the same spot, yet she had managed to knock them all down at once.

"Damn, this woman is a skilled fighter. We made a wrong move."

"Monkey, what should we do?"

"Run, go find our boss."

"Right, right, go find Dominic."

Four young hooligans struggled to get up from the ground, their gazes towards Cheyenne had undergone a qualitative change from initial disdain to present fear.

They stepped back while taunting harshly, "You're in big trouble for hitting us. Do you even know who our boss is? Wait until Dominic arrives, you'll be begging on your knees for mercy!"

Cheyenne raises her hand.

The young boy's face changed and he took two or three steps back, reaching out to hold his knee.

He suspected that his bones were about to break, wondering why the woman was so ruthless.

The latter raised her hand above her head, and her delicate, cold fingers reached to the side of her temple to tidy up the butterfly-shaped hair clip in her hair.

Such an action couldn't be more graceful.

Monkey was left speechless. 'I am robbing her! Can't she show a little bit of nervousness?'

From a side view, her posture revealed her graceful figure wrapped in a black short skirt, with roundness supporting the fabric of the suspender skirt. The seductive curves were like those of a sea siren.

Upon arriving, Kelvin witnessed such a scene and his thick eyebrows furrowed while his gaze turned cold.

Because they were facing away from him, Cheyenne and Reece didn't notice the man standing behind them. Reece continued talking to the young boy. "Who is your boss? Even if he's here, he'll

end up begging for mercy!" Reece's sudden coquettish voice rang in Cheyenne's ear and amused her greatly.

"Dominic is the head of South Street. How can he beg you for mercy? Dream on! You wait, I'll call Dominic right now!"

Saying that, the four of them ran away hand in hand.

The youngest one was a bit naive and stood there dumbfounded.

Monkey saw this and slapped him on his forehead with a loud curse. "You idiot, run!"

"Uh-huh."

The four hooligans fled in panic. Cheyenne patted her hands regretfully and turned to the person next to her. "I just got warmed up and haven't really started yet..."

She forgot all about what she was going to say because of a sudden figure that appeared before her eyes. Cheyenne was stunned. How did he get here?

The cold man walked over silently, his black handmade leather shoes shining brightly in front of her.

He quickly took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. In contrast, Kelvin only wore a white shirt.

He was much taller than herself; the jacket fit him perfectly while it reached below her hips, covering up her black skirt hemline perfectly too.

At first glance, Cheyenne looked like she had stolen an adult's clothes - petite yet charmingly cute.

It was completely different from how she looked just moments ago - heroic yet seductive at once.

"It's you?"

Cheyenne tilted slightly to look at herself wearing Kelvin's black jacket which still had traces of his mint scent lingering on it, refreshing, pleasant-smelling and soothing on this hot summer night.

But then she realized that she had been bewitched by him again which made her angry beyond words!

'After all those times he hurt me already, why can't I learn a lesson? Just one gesture from him could make my heart start wavering again; this is not good!

Her hand fell onto her shoulder, ready to take off the jacket so as to return it back but suddenly Kelvin reached out to grab hold onto hers firmly while looking at Cheyenne with stern eyes and rebuking coldly, "This isn't where you belong; go back!"

'Who is he lecturing me like this? My ex-husband? How ridiculous!'

Cheyenne stared straight into his sharp deep-set eyes without any fear while feeling oppressed by Kelvin's strong aura surrounding!

The tougher Kelvin was to her, the more rebellious she became. Her voice was cold and sharp, "Mr. Foley, you don't need to remind me where I am. Besides, we're divorced, you are in no position to control me!"

Her words were like a heavy stone pressing on his chest, suffocating and uncomfortable.

Kelvin had lived for 27 years and this was the first time he had tasted such bitterness.

Unconsciously, many scenes of their previous interactions came to his mind. Cheyenne clung to him like a leech.

When he worked, she would sit quietly beside him with her hands propping up her chin. "If I were Thumbelina, I could fit in your pocket, Kelvin."

"Dream on!" His reply was as cold as ever. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

But she wasn't angry; instead she laughed happily like a little squirrel and bounced onto his lap with both hands around his neck before planting a kiss on him.

"Kelvin, you're not cute at all, but I still like you. It seems my heart is completely under your control."

...

Kelvin couldn't remember what happened afterwards very clearly. The woman stood sideways under the dim lights with delicate features and stared at him, appearing aloof.

'What a liar!' Kelvin who usually had perfect emotional control felt anger again - bitter anger!

He was confident in himself when it came to controlling emotions but everything crumbled when he faced Cheyenne.

It was as if she had caused chronic toxicity to him.

The toxicity would invade his heart bit by bit until it took over every inch of his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Kelvin shifted his gaze towards the crowd coming towards them.

His gaze suddenly deepened.