She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 419: Smart Dog Danielle and Cheyenne were in the midst of a heated argument when suddenly, a dark shadow fell upon Danielle's head. It was the fallen lamp post, heading straight towards her direction.

The incident happened too suddenly, and Danielle barely had tto react. Her legs gave way first, and she plopped down onto the scorching hot pavement. She was wearing a thin strappy dress, with bare thighs covered only by sheer stockings.

The sensation of pain and heat shot through her limbs as she sat there, wide-eyed, watching the lamp post crash down. She let out a panicked and terrified scream, piercing to the ears.

Up in a high-rise building, a sniper watched as his bullet unintentionally hit the lamp post. He clenched his lips in frustration, swiftly packed up his equipment, and left.

A weak gust of wind blew by, dispersing the heavy smell of gunpowder in the air. There was no trace left, as if nobody had ever been there.

Cheyenne, still shaken, stared at the lamp post hanging in mid-air. It was only two centimeters away from crushing Danielle's head. That post must have weighed at least two hundred pounds, and if it had hit, it would have been fatal.

However, what caught her attention was the obvious black hole on the lamp post, oozing a wisp of black smoke. It was the result of friction between metals at extremely high speeds, causing a fire.

If Benson had reacted just slightly slower, she might have met her demise. Benson, also filled with fright, tightly held Cheyenne's hand, trembling. He said anxiously, "Cheyenne, let's go hquickly." "Okay." Without hesitation, she picked up their belongings, took hold of Benson's hand, and got into the car, ready to leave.

Behind them, Danielle remained sitting on the ground. Her delicate and beautiful face was pale, filled with anger. She called out loudly from behind, "Cheyenne, please... please don't leavebehind. It was so scary." While driving back home, as Cheyenne passed through a small alleyway, she faintly heard a pitiful dog's howling. She had to slow down the car and turned to ask the man sitting in the passenger seat, "Benson, did you hear anything?" How could Benson not have heard that faint dog's cry with his sharp hearing? He nodded and quickly gave his assessment, "Northwest direction, approximately fifty meters away." "Okay." Cheyenne followed the sound and indeed found a small black dog, around two to three months old, stuck on a utility pole. It seemed to have been starved for two or three days, and its barks were becoming hoarse and low.

The dog's neck was stained with blood from being strangled by the leash. The blood flowed down its black fur, forming a small puddle on the concrete floor - a sight that evoked sympathy.

What kind of person would do this? Why would someone abandon a dog like this? Even if they were giving it up, there was no need to tie it up on a pole, slowly starving it to death. Such a cruel and malicious act.

She instantly remembered the black dog she used to have. Comparatively, this dog was smaller in size and seemed to be in better health.

Cheyenne quickly opened the car door and approached, personally untying the leash. She reached out her fair hand, trying to approach the small dog. Animals usually react with fear when they encounter humans. The dog quickly darted to the side, trembling, its body swaying as it took a few steps back.

The little black dog looked back at Cheyenne with its pitiful black shiny eyes, showing a mix of fear and a desire for closeness.

"Don't run, little thing, I'm here to save you. I'm a good person, okay? I will take you to eat delicious food, alright?" Cheyenne happened to have sham sausages and milk that she had bought from the supermarket. She tore open the package of ham sausages and waved it in front of the dog's eyes.

The little dog seemed hesitant, and after a moment of silence, it started wagging its body, taking small unsteady steps towards Cheyenne, with its short thin legs. Its tail swayed behind, and it raised its paws in a pleasing manner, bowing to express gratitude.

This scene surprised Cheyenne, realizing that this dog could actually understand human words.

What a smart little dog.

Moreover, it bore a resemblance to Chance, the black dog she previously kept.

Cheyenne held the little black dog in her arms, wrapping it in her white coat, and brought it back to the car. "Benson, let's take it to see a vet first." Listening carefully to the sounds in the car, Benson smiled lightly and reached out his slender and well-defined hand to stroke the dog's head. "Cheyenne, what does it look like?" "It's a rural dog, with black fur all over but its feet were white. Its paws are white. It's three to four months old and has round, bright eyes." As Cheyenne fed the dog, she suggested, "It's quite smart, it even nodded atto thankearlier. Benson, when it recovers, we can train it to beca guide dog for you." Benson, the handsman with a dignified presence, listened to her description and envisioned the appearance of the dog in his mind.

"Black... so ugly." He preferred white.

Before Benson could finish speaking, the dog, who was busy eating, suddenly lifted its head and barked at him twice, causing Cheyenne to giggle.

She affectionately stroked the dog's head and smiled, "Not ugly at all, Chance is not ugly." "Benson, you see, this dog is really smart!" Benson tried to reach out and touch the dog's ears, feeling its soft and furry texture.

A light laugh escaped his throat, "Yes, indeed smart.”

And so, Chance naturally stayed in Benson's home. Cheyennethoughtfully bought it a dog bed, dog food, and a designated spot for it to relieve itself. What Cheyenne didn't expect was that this little black dog she casually rescued would bring her a tremendous surprise.

At 10:00 PM, at TWILIGHT.

Neon lights of various colors continuously flickered in the private room, casting a mesmerizing glow on the fair and handsface of the rangh man sitting there. He was dressed in a white suit, exuding an elegant and noble aura as he sat on the couch, lost in deep thought, appearing like an exquisite painting brought to life. In his hand, he held a glass of XO brandy that gently swayed in the transparent cup. However, his thoughts drifted far away through that glass.

Sitting across from the man in white was a young man in a black suit. His shirt, also black, wrapped, his slender yet sturdy chest. The top two cufflinks were undone, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin, teasingly alluring. Two seductive hostesses with hot figures sat on either side of him, their slender hands caressing his chest in a flirtatious manner.

He did not refuse nor react in any way and simply conversed with the man in white as if it was a regular occurrence.