She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 169: Set a Fire

The rule was that if the mission failed, one had to commit suicide as an apology. This time, the master showed mercy and spared Aidan’s life, which was unexpected.

The old man didn’t show much emotion when he heard the news. But when he brought up another matter, a hint of anger crept into his voice. “Did she notice anything suspicious?”

“Well…” Mr. King didn’t dare answer. He wasn’t on site and wasn’t sure what that woman had discovered.

“She probably didn’t. Aidan never leaves any evidence behind. Just let him stay in the hospital for now and not go anywhere else.”

The reply was unsatisfactory but at least Uncle wasn’t as angry anymore.

Outside the door, Cheyenne held a tray and listened intently to what was being said inside. She couldn’t hear everything clearly but caught snippets like “Uncle”, “Aidan”, and “drug trial”.

What did it all mean? What were they researching?

Her intuition told her that this wasn’t good news at all. However, just as she leaned closer to listen better, the guards on the second floor staircase noticed her presence.

“Damn it! Who let her in?”

“Get her!”

Cheyenne turned back, shooting an angry glare at them. It was always the worst time for interruptions. She sighed in annoyance, picked up the wine bottle from the tray, and swung it forcefully. The exquisite Bordeaux wine, worth ten thousand dollars a bottle, was wasted.

after Cheyenne, but she moved like a slippery eel. With a graceful leap, she jumped over the railing, plummeting from the third floor, a drop of

outstretched arms resembling a dancing swan,

of astonished gasps filled the

midst of her rapid descent, seized it. In mid-air, she performed a 360- degree spin, using the power of her arms and the momentum of her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first floor. Her body swung

falling off as he ran. The two large falsies stuffed in his

heels weren’t convenient for running, but they became

this moment, the strap of the red dress

appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely and

lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation being wrong, Cheyenne would really laugh at

her

took out a lighter from his bag. “Take it!” he

metal retro lighter formed a perfect quadratic curve in mid-air as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall from that man’s hand before finally landing on a fair- skinned

moved out while no one noticed him.

abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps on his face. “What are you doing? You actually let an outsider mix in

sorry. I’ll go

third floor level; locking onto that boy at the exit with disbelief!

someone to catch him! Skin him alive, beat him up badly, then throw him into sea

began another round of besiege while Cheyenne glanced at Reece before shouting sternly, “Run fast!” Reece sprinted towards the exit with all speed possible when Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter in her hand, and the blue

flame while

the highest temperature is not external flame but

her slender hand, fingers gracefully

rose-like lips brightly, hurling away her

Metal hit the ground…