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.

chased after Cheyenne, but she moved like a slippery eel. With a graceful leap, she jumped over

outstretched arms resembling a dancing swan, a sight too beautiful to look away

of astonished gasps filled the

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

run to the exit on the first floor, his wig falling off as he ran. The two large falsies stuffed in his chest were

heels weren’t convenient for running, but they

this moment, the strap of the red dress broke, revealing

messy hair, he appeared in front

lady just now. If it weren’t

her

quickly took out a lighter from his bag. “Take

a perfect quadratic curve in mid-air as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite

out while no one noticed him. While everyone was distracted, he had to escape

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? You

go

floor level; locking onto that boy at

alive, beat him up badly, then throw him

Reece sprinted towards the exit with all speed possible

yellow flame

we all know, the highest temperature is not external flame but internal

fingers gracefully dancing through the flames –

curled her rose-like lips brightly, hurling

Metal hit the ground…

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