Chapter 190: How Dare You Take Cheyennes' Money

Chapter 190: How Dare You Take Cheyennes'

Money

Languidly, Cheyenne set her sights on the cue ball, slightly angling the

cue stick. In one fluid motion, she executed her first stroke, striking the

cue ball, which then collided with the white ball.

Her playing style and posture could rival that of a professional players.

Her figure was elegantly proportioned, her skin flawless and fair. Her

long hair was elegantly pulled back behind her head, revealing a

graceful swan-like neck.

Onlookers couldn't help but turn their gazes towards her, some even

whistling in admiration.

This lady was truly stunning.

A young man in his early twenties, wearing a school uniform,

approached from the side. He suddenly reached out and placed a hand

on Cheyenne's shoulder. Without turning her head, she listened to his

footsteps as a chilling tone filled the air, sending shivers down his

spine, "Don't want your hand anymore?"

The young man was a local troublemaker, and after years of mischief,

he was being threatened by a woman for the first time. He smiled and

placed his hand on her shoulder, “Missy, how about playing with me for

a while?"

Cheyenne turned her head with a slight smile, "Sure. How would you

like to play?" Her alluring figure and long legs had already captivated

him, but when she turned around, her radiant face left him utterly

spellbound.

Her cool, yet enchanting voice carried a hint of seduction, making his

heart skip a beat. She then lifted her cue stick and swung it suddenly,

causing him to cry out in pain.

People around the pool hall turned their attention to the commotion.

They saw the beautiful woman, who looked like an enchanting fairy,

beating the young man mercilessly. Her movements were stylish and

impressive, earning her cheers and applause.

Sam happened to be playing pool at this pool hall. When he heard the

commotion and went outside, he was stunned. With a smile, he

approached, and his polite voice sounded behind her, “Miss Lawrence,

what are you doing here?"

Cheyenne retrieved her cue stick, glanced at the young man, and

kicked him. She then answered Sam's question, "My high school is

near here. I came back for a visit and ran into a student who dared to

be so arrogant without knowing who I am.”

Sam suddenly understood. She looked so fashionable and seductive

that he had overheard people gossiping about her figure earlier. But at

that time, he didn't know it was Cheyenne.

The young man who had been beaten was momentarily dumbfounded.

He raised his swollen face defiantly and said, "And how come you

didn't inquire who I am? My dad is the principal of Akloit High School.

Which class are you in? You're in big trouble!"

Hearing this, Cheyenne couldn't help but smile. It seemed like he was

indirectly complimenting her youth, right?

"So what if your dad is the principal? Back when I was in high school, I

set his office on fire, put thumbtacks in his car tires in the garage, and

he didn't dare to say a word."

It was hard to imagine that these "mischief" things were done by the

beautiful woman standing before him.

Sam looked at her with a smile and gradually envisioned what she must

have been like back then.

The young man, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. How could

someone who was so pretty and tall have been so bold?

Monkey walked in from the outside, knocked on the young man's head

a couple of times, and reprimanded him sternly, "Can't you see? This is

our gang's founder, and you dare to behave this way! Get down and

apologize."

Upon hearing this, the young man was even more afraid to look at

Cheyenne. The sudden blow had taken him by surprise.

Monkey smiled and offered Cheyenne some potato chips, saying

flatteringly, "Cheyenne, this is my new disciple. He made a mistake.

Please accept this potato chip as a token of our apology.”

Cheyenne took the chips, picked up a piece, and popped it into her

mouth while puffing her cheeks.

“You're trying to please me with some snacks? Your disciple was

wayward, and you should hit him to make him learn a lesson."

Upon hearing that, the young man loudly apologized, "Cheyenne, I'm

sorry, I was wrong."

This bizarre scene left Sam amused. Despite being significantly taller

than Cheyenne, they were so respectful to Cheyenne.

Cheyenne finally nodded in satisfaction, "The chips are not bad, but

aren't these cucumber-flavored? I prefer the refreshing taste of

cucumber and corn.”

Monkey immediately kicked the young man again, "Haven't you heard?

Cheyenne likes both of those flavors. Go buy them quickly.”

The young man stood up, still aching all over, "Monkey, I'm going now.

Please put in a good word for me."

He turned and ran away. Monkey stood before Cheyenne with a

respectful look and asked, "Cheyenne, why did you come?"

"I came to see how that boy Sebastian is doing,” Cheyenne said.

"Oh... Sebastian, he's not here today,” Monkey replied.

"Uh."

The room fell quiet again, and Sam suddenly spoke, "Miss Lawrence,

would you like to have a match?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, then crushed the potato chips and

poured them into her mouth, swallowing them down.

"Sure, a simple match isn't much fun. How about we make it interesting

with a little wager?"

Sam, who had OCD, watched her unorthodox way of eating, so

different from other women he'd seen. There were crumbs from the

chips on her lips, making her look like a sneaky little mouse.

Sam instinctively took out his handkerchief and gentlemanly offered it

to Cheyenne.

"Miss Lawrence, why don't you wipe your mouth?"

She looked at the man's beautiful handkerchief and thought it would be

a waste to use it.

“You are a neat freak, aren't you? I'm afraid if I use your handkerchief,

you might end up throwing it away again. That's too wasteful.”

Cheyenne declined and simply wiped her mouth with the back of her

hand.

"Master Sam, you're a renowned billionaire, aren't you? One score

means one million, how about that?"