She Became Rich After Divorce

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.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

The frigid water from the hot spring flowed onto her wrist, sending a bone-chilling sensation through her body. Even the intensity of her heartbeat slowed down and became sluggish.

To make matters worse, her stomach began to cramp in agonizing pain, likely due to the discomfort caused by the low temperature. The child within her was feeling the effects.

"Miss Lawrence, you truly surprise me. It seems that only advanced sorcery can bring about your demise."

The Miller family had the ability to

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communicate with spirits, but due to the mixed bloodlines in recent generations, there were not many individuals with this ability anymore. Among over a hundred members of the Miller family, Charlotte was the only one who possessed this unique power.

She was the illegitimate daughter who received more favor than the eldest son, all because of her special abilities.

In fact, there was another person in the Miller family with such powers, and his sorcery surpassed that of Charlotte. That person was the enigmatic and unpredictable Master Darren.

However, he was naturally rebellious and refused to be controlled, so Rohan had to give up on him and focus all his efforts on Charlotte.

Cheyenne didn't know what this "advanced sorcery" was, but she remained calm inside, even watching Charlotte's performance with an expressionless face. What sorcery?

In her eyes, it was all just a bunch of supernatural mumbo-jumbo.

The monstrous vines from earlier and the icy pool she was currently in were nothing more than hypnotic methods used by Charlotte.

As long as she found a breakthrough, disrupted the hypnosis, perhaps she could return to reality.

Cheyenne's mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do. Meanwhile, a dark figure emerged from the other end of the winding corridor.

Under the dim moonlight, the silver-white mask reflected a dazzling light, obscuring his face from view. The tall figure blended seamlessly with the darkness, leaving no trace.

On the other side, Charlotte had

initiated the advanced sorcery, a secret technique that allowed her to manipulate all things in the world

including the souls of people. She

plucked a small leaf and blew a

breath.

In mid-air, a giant black fly appeared, emitting a harsh buzzing sound as it flew towards Cheyenne.

The water that had bound her

transformed into a transparent serpent, firmly imprisoning her within. The sharp claws of the fly lunged at her, and the water Serpent opened its gaping maw.

"Ugh..."

Cheyenne was already drenched in sweat, feeling as if she had been soaking in the water for a century. She was on the verge of losing her patience to struggle. "Cheyenne..."

A faint voice came from a distance with the night wind.

Hoarse and deep, it resonated in her ears like an ancient incantation, captivating Cheyenne. She began searching for the source of this voice.

Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes, all she saw was an endless darkness. The transparent water serpent flew towards her and bit into her arm.

She swung her bare hand with a forceful motion, as if riding the wind and waves.

Splish-splash...

The sound of splashing water echoed clearly.

The coldness made her scalp tingle, and her mind was filled with a buzzing noise.

Her vision darkened, and she fainted.