She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 418: On the Brink of Death Cheyenne happily hooked her arm with Benson's and grabbed her bag and keys from the entrance. “Benson, have you ever been to a local market? Come, lettake you there to experience the hustle and bustle of life!” He always seemed like a sacred and ethereal being, standing on a cloud. But Cheyenne suddenly felt that it was necessary for such beings to descend to earth occasionally.

"Ah? A market..." Benson had indeed never been to such a place before.

Before losing his sight, he was a child prodigy, renowned as a genius. His family was also well-off, and he never had to do household chores.

His daily life consisted of practicing the piano...

After losing his sight, he lived alone, and most of his daily problems were taken care of by Cheyenne.

On his first trip to the market, Benson couldn't see, but the bustling voices, the smell of fish or the fragrance of meat wafting into his nose... and most of all, Cheyenne's laughter made his blood boil.

This was the truest form of life.

He held onto the sleeve of Cheyenne's clothes silently, keeping pace with her. He listened to her bargaining with the vendors for a few dollars, her triumphant smile after successfully getting a discount, causing Benson to involuntarily curl his crimson lips.

It would be even better if he could see the expression on Cheyenne's face right now.

He thought, it must be adorable.

When they cout of the market, Cheyenne's hands were full of bags. She was panting and sweating.

"I haven't been to the market in a long time. I almost got lost. Benson, wait here for a moment. I'll go get the car," she said, placing the bags by his feet.

"Okay." Benson stood in place with his white cane, tall and elegant. His presence drew the attention of passing middle- aged women and young girls, seven taking out their phones to take pictures of him. Unable to see, there was an awkward atmosphere in the air. Benson nervously gripped his white cane, his face frozen with an almost imperceptible smile.

Whispered discussions and sympathetic voices from people around him reached his ears, piercing his heart.

"Such a waste of a handsface. Turns out he's blind. What a shame!" "I wonder if he has a girlfriend? He must, otherwise how could a blind person go grocery shopping?" "Just a pretty boy. You women are so infatuated! In my opinion, what's the point of a grown man keeping long hair? It's embarrassing and effeminate...” "Look at the watch on his hand; it looks like it's made of diamonds. He must be a gigolo. Those rich older women love this type." Just then, a sapphire blue Porsche pulled up from a short distance away. When the people in the car caught sight of the white figure in the crowd, the car stopped.

A slender and fair foot, adorned with red pointed high-heeled shoes, touched the ground. Looking up, a youthful and beautiful woman with stylish sunglasses walked down from the car in a high-profile manner. Feeling the gaze of the onlookers, filled with either envy or admiration, she curved her rosy lips, reached up, and took off her sunglasses, hanging them on the collar of her low-cut dress.

The weight of the sunglasses caused the collar to slip even lower, revealing a captivating expanse of fair skin. She stopped in front of Benson and grabbed his arm. "Who do we have here? So you're Cheyenne's friend. Blind man, would you liketo give you a ride home?" At the moment the woman touched him, Benson felt incredibly uncomfortable, and quickly let go of her hand. Those two words felt like steel needles poking at his wounds.

But Benson's years of upbringing allowed him to maintain his elegance even in such a situation. He smiled lightly and shook his head, firmly rejecting the woman's invitation. "I'm sorry, I don't know you." "It doesn't matter that you don't knownow. We can get to know each other through more contact," Danielle said.

As Danielle looked at him up close, her eyes filled with even more admiration. Since the last tshe saw him, she had already developed feelings for him. However, Cheyenne, that troubleswoman, was always getting in the way, so she couldn't have a proper conversation with Benson and left a bad impression on him.

Benson's clear rejection didn't make Danielle back down. She even audaciously snatched his white cane and pretended to forcefully take him away.

"Don't touch me." Losing his white cane, Benson felt a sense of panic, like a drowning person losing their lifebuoy, a lifeline. Danielle sneered, "Allowingto give you a ride is showing that I value you. Don't pretend to be unwilling." Just as Cheyenne arrived and witnessed Danielle fawning over Benson, she rushed over to rescue him. The three of them stood amidst the chaotic crowd, completely unaware that danger was slowly approaching.

On the top balcony of a twenty-story building, concealed behind a broken window, lurked a dark figure. He blended in perfectly, like a black panther hidden in the jungle, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow!

With a perfectly sculpted high bridge nose and a pair of brown glasses, the lenses automatically focused on el Cheyenne. The red circle in the center aligned with the back of the woman's head, divided into four equal parts by a red "cross" line. Numbers in red constantly flickered before him.

"Wind speed: 390m/s" "Resistance: 207pa"

The maximum range was approximately 500 meters, and the target was well within that range. His ress in the thumb was already on the trigger ready to lightly press it down and take Cheyenne's life within a second. Meanwhile, Cheyenne was using ironic words to make Danielle retreat. As the two argued, Benson had a gut feeling that something wasn't right with the situation. He calmed his mind and closed his eyes, trying to sense the surrounding noises. He had a feeling someone was watching them.

Benson could sense the danger and quickly pulled Cheyenne into his arms, swapping their positions. Just the as they moved, a loud bang echoed through the air. The lamppost next to them trembled violently and crashed down, startling the onlookers. "The lamppost fell! Run!" someone shouted, and the crowd scattered, trying to get away from the potential danger.

The fallen lamppost caused a chain reaction, and electricity sparked and spread through the nearby lampposts, creating a hazardous situation.