She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 472: Cheyenne, I'm Sorry I'm Late

The so-called sea burial ceremony involved the men in black robes dancing around in front of her like crazy gorillas. Cheyenne didn't appreciate this ritual dance in the least.

In the middle stood a man with a green-faced and fanged mask, solemnly holding an ancient ceramic flute.

Adrian personally held an umbrella for him.

The black umbrella swayed restlessly in the wind, carrying a mournful sound. The eerie and exotic melody slowly flowed into her ears along with the storm.

This melody... she recognized it.

The rain grew heavier, starting from tiny droplets to a downpour, creating a cacophony on the sea surface.

After finishing their ritual dance, the men in black robes, drenched in rain, gasping for breath, took down the wooden raft hanging at the stern.

They untied the ropes on Cheyenne's hands and laid her back down on the small raft, surrounded by colorful flowers.

Her body was soaked by the rain. The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curves.

Her small face, pale from the cold, was adorned with glistening raindrops. Her red lips began to turn pale, inviting pity.

In the final step, the man wearing a green mask approached Cheyenne, bending down on one knee.

He used his cold fingers to dip a bit of red ink and gently dabbed it on her forehead.

This touch of red accentuated the woman's exquisite face, as if a dimming moon.

Cheyenne tightly closed her eyes to prevent raindrops from falling inside. With her lips slightly parted, she said, "If you want to kill me, just do it. Why are you wasting time?"

Master Charlie couldn't help but chuckle, gently helping her tidy up her disheveled hair, "Don't be impatient. Today, you are the most beautiful sacrifice. Does the foolish lamb really want to die so eagerly?" Cheyenne snorted in response.

The lamb?

Master Charlie underestimated her.

Even if she had to die, she would drag these people down to hell with her, where no one could see. Cheyenne gripped her bracelet.

It contained a locator chip. As soon as she pressed it, a distress signal would be sent, and Gordon would come quickly.

"It's about time. Bring our goddess to the water," he elegantly stood up, and in the end, he smoothed the wrinkles on his robe, giving his final instructions with a faint smile. "Yes."

The small boat was placed into the water.

As soon as it entered the water, a chilling wave splashed onto her, soaking her body. Her small face wrinkled like a bun, feeling the coldness.

Her body gradually stiffened, losing consciousness.

The more dreadful thing was yet to come. The sharks that had been lingering in the distant waters at some point swam over.

Riding the waves, they surged towards Cheyenne in a matter of seconds, their danger closing in.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Bound and unable to move, Cheyenne couldn't escape. The rainwater reddened her eyes as she squinted, looking at the sharks approaching her, their jaws wide open. Their gleaming white triangular teeth, each one sharp as if it were chiseled, left no doubt that they could tear their prey apart within minutes.

And at this moment, Cheyenne was their "prey."

Snap.

A huge water column erupted from the shark's mouth, causing ripples in the water. The small boat undulated with the waves.

Several times, it almost capsized from the splashing waves...

Cheyenne closed her eyes in fear as

she watched the shark open its

jaws, the pungent smell of fish hitting her face. "Kelvin, if you don't come now, I'll be eaten alive by this shark!" The thought startled Cheyenne herself. Why would she suddenly think of Kelvin, her ex husband who had no reason to be here? Was it because he had promised last night to save her, leading to these unfounded thoughts?

On the boat, Adrian and Master Charlie were full of interest, already imagining the tragic end that awaited Cheyenne, their blood boiling with excitement.

Just then, a bullet whizzed through the air and accurately hit the shark. The massive creature leaped halfway out of the water, with half its body in the air and the other half submerged. Crimson blood flowed down its white enormous head.

Following that were several gunshots in succession. Several bullets hit the shark, causing the thousand-ton creature to sink into the sea. The black ink-like water turned slightly red, like silk drifting with the waves before dissipating.

Cheyenne followed the sound and saw a helicopter flying into the stormy weather like a seagull.

A rope dropped down. A man, dressed in a black suit, swiftly grabbed the rope and jumped down from the helicopter, landing directly on the deck. The second man, Gordon, followed suit.

Both men landed steadily on the deck, and Kelvin's attention was immediately drawn to the white spot amidst the blood-red scene. As soon as he stood firmly, he ran towards the railing and anxiously looked at Cheyenne in the water, "Cheyenne!"

Gordon's expression also changed.

He had just shot and killed this shark, causing blood to flow. Other sharks would soon be attracted by the scent. With the terrible weather, formidable enemies, he, Mr. Foley and their enemies were at risk of perishing here.

Master Charlie wasn't surprised at all that these two men had found their way onto the boat. He just hadn't expected that Kelvin had yet to learn how to behave after they kidnapped him once.

"Mr. Foley, Mr. Murillo... your grand entrance is quite cool, but unfortunately... you will soon be dead," Master Charlie's sinister laughter filled the air, waking Cheyenne from her daze.

She strained to open her eyes and looked towards the people on the boat, but it was too high... She couldn't see anything until Kelvin ran to the railing and, without hesitation, jumped into the water. Cheyenne was completely stunned, her voice hoarse as she let out an exclamation of disbelief, "Kelvin! Are you out of your mind?"

There were still sharks in the water, and the temperature was so cold. He just jumped in like that!

Splash!

The water splashed, staining her dress with a light pink color. Kelvin swam towards her relentlessly, his wet deep-set eyes filled with nothing but he reflection. Just a few meters behind him was another shark, attracted by the scent of blood.

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry I'm late," Kelvin said, but the roaring sea wind made it difficult for Cheyenne to hear clearly. However, watching him selflessly risk his life for her, tears silently welled up in her eyes. What a fool he was.