She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 169

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.

a graceful leap, she

movements were fluid and precise, her outstretched arms resembling a dancing swan, a sight too

astonished gasps filled the

and the momentum of her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on

wig falling off as he ran. The two large

for running, but they

moment, the strap of the red dress broke,

front

delicate lady just now. If it weren’t

her fingers

a lighter from his bag. “Take it!” he

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

and slowly moved out while no one noticed him. While everyone was distracted, he

the third floor, the two who finally received news changed their faces drastically and ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps on his face. “What are you doing?

go

from third floor level; locking onto that boy at the exit with disbelief! How dare such

alive, beat him up badly, then

the exit with all speed possible when Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter in

between was warm yellow flame while outer layer

highest temperature is not external flame but internal

stretched out her slender hand, fingers gracefully dancing through the flames – beautiful

rose-like lips brightly,

Metal hit the ground…

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