She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418: On the Brink of Death

Cheyenne happily hooked her arm with Benson's and grabbed her bag and keys from the entrance. "Benson, have you ever been to a local market? Come, let me take you there to experience the hustle and bustle of life!"

He always seemed like a sacred and ethereal being, standing on a cloud. But Cheyenne suddenly felt that it was necessary for such beings to descend to earth occasionally.

"Ah? A market..." Benson had indeed never been to such a place before.

Before losing his sight, he was a child prodigy, renowned as a genius. His family was also well-off, and he never had to do household chores.

His daily life consisted of practicing the piano...

After losing his sight, he lived alone, and most of his daily problems were taken care of by Cheyenne.

On his first trip to the market, Benson couldn't see, but the bustling voices, the smell of fish or the fragrance of meat wafting into his nose... and most of all, Cheyenne's laughter made his blood boil.

This was the truest form of life.

He held onto the sleeve of Cheyenne's clothes silently, keeping pace with her. He listened to her bargaining with the vendors for a few dollars, her triumphant smile after successfully getting a discount, causing Benson to involuntarily curl his crimson lips.

It would be even better if he could see the expression on Cheyenne's face right now.

He thought, it must be adorable.

When they came out of the market, Cheyenne's hands were full of bags. She was panting and sweating.

"I haven't been to the market in a long time. I almost got lost. Benson, wait here for a moment. I'll go get the car," she said, placing the bags by his feet.

"Okay."

Benson stood in place with his white cane, tall and elegant. His presence drew the attention of passing middle-aged women and young girls, some even taking out their phones to take pictures of him.

Unable to see, there was an awkward atmosphere in the air. Benson nervously gripped his white cane, his face frozen with an almost imperceptible smile.

Whispered discussions and sympathetic voices from people around him reached his ears, piercing his heart.

"Such a waste of a handsome face. Turns out he's blind. What a shame!"

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend? He must, otherwise how could a blind person go grocery shopping?"

"Just a pretty boy. You women are so infatuated! In my opinion, what's the point of a grown man keeping long hair? It's embarrassing and effeminate..."

"Look at the watch on his hand; it looks like it's made of diamonds. He must be a gigolo. Those rich older women love this type."

Just then, a sapphire blue Porsche pulled up from a short distance away. When the people in the car caught sight of the white figure in the crowd, the car stopped.

On the top balcony of a twenty-story building, concealed behind a broken window, lurked a dark figure. He blended in perfectly, like a black panther hidden in the jungle, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow!

With a perfectly sculpted high bridge nose and a pair of brown glasses, the lenses automatically focused on Cheyenne. The red circle in the center aligned with the back of the woman's head, divided into four equal parts by a red "cross" line.

Numbers in red constantly flickered before him.

"Wind speed: 390m/s"

"Resistance: 207pa"

The maximum range was approximately 500 meters, and the target was well within that range. His thumb was already on the trigger, ready to lightly press it down and take Cheyenne's life within a second.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne was using ironic words to make Danielle retreat. As the two argued, Benson had a gut feeling that something wasn't right with the situation. He calmed his mind and closed his eyes, trying to sense the surrounding noises.

He had a feeling someone was watching them.

Benson could sense the danger and quickly pulled Cheyenne into his arms, swapping their positions. Just as they moved, a loud bang echoed through the air. The lamppost next to them trembled violently and crashed down, startling the onlookers.

"The lamppost fell! Run!" someone shouted, and the crowd scattered, trying to get away from the potential danger.

The fallen lamppost caused a chain reaction, and electricity sparked and spread through the nearby lampposts, creating a hazardous situation.