She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 176: A Death Wish Cheyenne, who was sitting in the sun, began to feel a bit hot after a while.

She pulled back a chair, took off her hat and used it as a fan to create a breeze, finally bringing scoolness. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt like the man next to her was stealing glances at her.

However, when she looked over, the man quickly avoided her gaze. "Hehe." The red-haired man lowered his head and quickly typed on his phone. “I saw the legendary Cheyenne! She's sitting right next to me. @Nora official fan club." Many people commented on his post and requested pictures of Cheyenne.

"Don't be afraid, OP. Let us see what this evil woman looks like!" "I just heard from a friend that she has a good figure. Is it true or not? My friend is extremely nearsighted and has always been gender-blind before.

The redhead youth replied, "I'm not sure about her figure, but she cwearing pajamas anyway." "Wow, is she so poor that she doesn't even have clothes to wear out? Look at the dress on my goddess, worth hundreds of thousands. But Cheyenne is wearing pajamas?" "Don't be fooled! The bitch definitely wants to gain attention by doing this. We must firmly defend our goddess and strike back at Cheyenne." Cheyenne didn't want to know what the red-haired man was doing, but his skills at taking sneaky photos were really terrible! When she turned her head, it was so obvious that he raised his phone. Although the flash was not noticeable in broad daylight, the "click" sound was clearly heard by her.

"Uh?" This time, the red-haired youth finally saw her face clearly and was stunned on the spot, not even realizing that Cheyenne had snatched his phone away.

Cheyenne has slender and charming eyes. When you look into his almond-shaped eyes, there is a smile that shines through, making her alluring like a mischievous fairy.

She curled her red lips into a smile.

"Scum? Ugly monster? Deserve death? I didn't know you were talking behind my back like this!" "Are you looking for death?" Her last sentence clearly frightened the red-haired youth, and he tried hard to straighten his chest and refute it. With just a gentle glance, she made him weak in the knees and scared stiff.

"I... I'm sorry. Could you please giveback my phone?" He asked in a soft and pleading voice, like a child who had done something wrong. Cheyenne looked coldly and spoke with a hint of impatience, “Hold on, I don't care about your phone. But..." But what? The red-haired youth dare not inquire.

The corner of his eye carefully watched as her fingers flew rapidly across the screen of his phone, like a dancing fairy in the forest. The speed was so fast that even he, a seasoned keyboard warrior who types at 6000 words per hour, felt inferior.

The post was still being replied to constantly.

"OP, can you confirm if that annoying Cheyenne has a long left leg, a short right leg, and a face full of freckles?" Cheyenne squinted her eyes and replied as the poster, "Your looks like that? Poor thing tsk tsk tsk...” "Cheyenne, that bitch! If she dares to bully my goddess again today, I'll get her killed." OP: "Is there sdeep-seated enmity between you two that makes you treat her like this? You son of a bitch." "Everyone says she wore pajamas to show off, she's really a scheming woman." OP: "Is it against the law for her to wear pajamas on the street? Please, be a decent person! Don't embarrass yourself here by being ignorant of the law!" One netizen: How did the OP seem to have changed in the blink of an eye? Another one: If you have been kidnapped, please blink your eyes.

OP: "I just can't stand people like you who lack brains and critical thinking skills." After replying, Cheyenne felt much better and wasn't as irritable as before. She threw the phone to the red- haired man who looked upset. The latter took it steadily and opened his post to have a look.

It was indeed a bunch of words that curse him as crazy and mentally ill. Upon seeing Cheyenne's response, he almost cried on the spot. Cheyenne patted his shoulder and felt the tension in his muscles. She kindly helped him relax a bit.

"Are you a black hat hacker?" A sour pain spread from his shoulder, and his whole body becstiff, causing him to cry in pain.

Because of the woman's words, he forgot to cry and asked softly, "How... how did you know?"

"It's easy to know. I just checked your favorites, all about programming and computers, even sabout unlocking passwords and safesm What if were to share this information online? How would you react?" The young man's face was full of horror. His albums and other materials were all protected by complex passwords that only he or a more skilled computer expert could crack. But according to the information, Cheyenne had not attended a single day of college since graduating from high school, making her a typical underachiever.

How could she possibly be dealing with such advanced and complicated knowledge? Hacking was divided into two categories: white hat and black hat. The red-haired youth was the latter.

On the surface, he appeared to be just a delinquent. No one knew his true identity as an internationally certified hacker.

There was a special alliance among hackers called "Dark League", which founded a foreign website called "Dark099" that only allows hackers to enter.

This nwas not chosen randomly; there was a ranking system on the website that had 99 spotsrepresenting each hacker's market value. Currently ranked first is a mysterious person who logged onto the site three years ago and applied for an account ID named "Mr. X." She only appeared once but becnumber one on Dark099's list and remained at the top for three consecutive years.

The deal she took contributed 1. 5 billion in revenue to the alliance, breaking the all-thigh record since its establishment and surpassing it by a significant margin.

Second place belonged to another mysterious male who registered three years ago but never reappeared again. His domain nwas "Excalibur?7," without any records of transactions; why he ranked second remained unknown. In the industry, there was speculation that the first and second places were actually the sperson. Excalibur? was believed to be the alternate account of Mr. X.

The red-haired youth ranked third on this impressive list under his pseudonym Cutie LovesAutumn, which stands out as an eye-catching exception among these powerful names.