She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 564: Pentakill

After annihilating the enemy team with a pentakill, Cheyenne stood atop their lifeless bodies, her slender fingers gliding across the keyboard as she typed quickly. Cheyenne: "Your only way out is to surrender."

"No way, we can't surrender even if we die. I don't believe she can kill five of us at once. Let's group up!"

Reece watched in awe, unsure whether to commend him for his bravery or criticize him for his ignorance.

Indeed, after two pentakills, the enemy team's morale was shattered.

Cheyenne secured 25 kills from the enemy team without dying once.

Desperate, the enemy sent a pleading emoji.

This time, the enemy promptly pressed the surrender button.

"Victory!"

As expected, Cheyenne was the MVP with a rating of 14. 8, casually dismissing it with a lip curl.

Softly, she murmured, "It's been a while since I played a game. I never imagined that I couldn't even get thirty kills now."

On the side, Reece looked at his own performance, utterly dumbfounded.

0-0-0!!!

As a marksman, he didn't even manage to get a single assist before the game ended.

While being carried by his teammates felt good, Reece felt no sense of fulfillment.

As the game returned to the final screen, the enemy teammates whom she had effortlessly slain flooded her with friend requests.

"Master, can I be your disciple? I'll carry your bags for free."

"I want to rank up, please carry me to Glory."

"Great god, I know I was wrong, you're the true PeachThief. I'm so excited."

After receiving these friend requests, Cheyenne squinted her eyes and confidently typed a series of words on the screen, void of profanity yet undeniably insulting. "No, you're all too weak."

Just as she was about to exit the game page, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared at the door.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

A middle-aged man nervously stood before her, wearing a smile that sought her favor. "Cheyenne, long time no see."

Upon seeing the person, Cheyenne's smile gradually froze and then disappeared completely. She asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm your father. It's been a long time since I last saw you, so I came to visit."

Hearing those words from his mouth, Cheyenne couldn't help but curl her lips into a sarcastic smile. "Father? I have no recollection of such a creature in my memory."

Since she could remember, George had never shown a pleasant face to her. But he treated Nora with utmost care. In her childhood, she might have found it unfair, but now, she didn't care anymore. After all these years, she had grown accustomed to it, and she no longer valued his so-called "father" status.

In front of others, her response made George lose face even more, but his initial goal had not been achieved, so he could only smile superficially and wait. "Cheyenne, don't be like this. I'm genuinely worried about you. If you have some free time, why don't you come back for a meal?"

As the words fell, Cheyenne seemed as if she hadn't heard, still engrossed in her phone. Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "No, I'm not interested."

"Alright, old man, if you keep going, I will vomit. Do you even have the audacity to call yourself Cheyenne's father?" Reece showed signs of impatience on his face. His sharp gaze looked over, his handsome and extraordinary demeanor momentarily stunned George.

"The first time I saw Cheyenne, it was in the dead of winter. She was wearing a tattered cotton coat with the cotton stuffing coming out, shivering as she huddled next to a trash can. Where were you then?"

"When she was bullied by the school kids, trapped in an alley, almost beaten to death, where were you?"

"When she fell into the sea, barely surviving, where were you?"

After pausing for a second, Reece sarcastically clapped his hands and laughed, "Right, I remember now. You were busy planning how to reclaim that villa, without caring if this daughter of yours lived or died." Did someone like him even deserve to be Cheyenne's father? If it weren't for Cheyenne's sake, he would have long dealt with George, this old man. Reece used to think Cheyenne was an orphan beggar until he saw her with the teacher in class, which dumbfounded him. Cheyenne turned out to be the legendary

bottom-performing Dragon.

On the other hand, Nora, who was considered a joke, was clad in

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designer labels from head to toe, her purse costing at least five figures. While people praised Nora's elegance and refinement, no one noticed whether Cheyenne was dead or alive. He felt angry for Cheyenne, and even more so, he felt it was unfair.

Such a biased father, she didn't want him anyway! Upon hearing these words, George awkwardly blushed. After all, he was the boss of a company. Such rumors about his daughter living a beggar's life outside would be a great

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embarrassment. Heated to explain his difficulties, his face showing a hint of embarrassment.

"Cheyenne, please listen to my

explanation. At that time, I was busy, and Malaya said you often ran away to play, so I believed her."

Cheyenne walked around her desk, continuing to look at a document with no intention of stopping. "Hmph, you're so scared you might even be moved by your own nonsense. I don't believe any of your excuses. Just get straight to the point, what do you want from me?"

She was being direct, and George hesitated for a second before revealing the purpose of his visit. "Cheyenne, don't misunderstand. I just want you to help, to get your sister Nora transferred to the VIP ward." "Also, your younger brother's performance in the college entrance exam isn't great. You see, could you find someone familiar with Akloit College to help him transfer there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kate and Reece exchanged glances, both smiling. This father truly had the nerve to ask.