She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700: Praying Magic

Cheyenne's attitude turned cold, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes in her mind. She thought to herself, "If you like that man, why don't you go after him? What's the point of telling me?"

Suddenly, Charlotte, who was walking ahead, stopped in her tracks. She turned around, and a hint of eerie redness flickered in her clear and bright eyes.

Her cherry lips parted, and with a soft and sweet voice, she said, "Miss Lawrence, if you were no longer here, perhaps he would notice me."

"What are you trying to do?"

Water splashed up, creating layers of terrifying waves in the dark water. The black fabric on Cheyenne's dress became soaked, and the scattered diamonds on the hem emitted a faint glow.

Cheyenne's long hair spread out, swaying in the water like seaweed.

She coued. "You!"

With temperatures below minus ten degrees, the water surface froze into ice.

Cheyenne knew how to swim, but for some reason, tonight felt like she had encountered a legendary water spirit. Her limbs quickly lost warmth, and under the low temperature, she lost consciousness, feeling numb and heavy.

Her feet seemed to be stuck in the muddy bottom of the pool, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

On the shore, Charlotte pulled a strand of hair back to her chest and smiled gracefully. Her bright eyes shimmered with a dazzling light.

"Miss Lawrence, it must be painful. This is the consequence of offending a high-level sorceress!"

As she spoke, she clasped her hands in a praying gesture. Dazzling green light emanated from her fingertips, and around her, scattered green starlights began to appear, like thousands of fireflies swirling around her, creating a beautiful scene.

So what if you're a sorceress? Cheyenne took a deep breath, instantly regaining some clarity. She spread her arms to increase the surface area between her body and the water.

The ripples spread in circles towards the shore, startling the aquatic organisms, causing them to float up to the surface. These tendrils seemed to possess a life of their own as they entangled Cheyenne, continuously tightening and forcefully pulling her underwater.

Accidentally swallowing a few mouthfuls of water, Cheyenne felt a chilling sensation from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She attempted to reach for her legs with her hands. Before setting off, she had strapped a pistol to her thigh, just in case, and now it proved to be useful.

With great effort, Cheyenne managed to pull out the concealed pistol tied to her thigh. Her thumb pressed the trigger, and a bullet flew out of the barrel.

The bullet accurately headed towards Charlotte, disrupting her prayers, and the green radiance gradually disappeared. The vines that bound Cheyenne's body seemed to have a life of their own and disappeared in an instant.

Cheyenne finally breathed a sigh of relief. Charlotte stared at her own pale palm in shock-how could this happen?

Her sorcery had been interrupted by Cheyenne, an unprecedented occurrence. Since becoming a sorceress at the age of thirteen, she had never encountered such a stubborn and strong-willed person.

Taking advantage of Charlotte's stunned state, Cheyenne shakily swam towards the shore.

Ten meters...

Seven meters...

Three meters!

Only three meters left!

However, damn it, she was truly out of strength. Her wrists had been cut by the ropes during her struggles, and now fresh blood was flowing from her wrist, unabated.