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.

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

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

astonished gasps filled

the second-floor balcony and, in 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 outward, and as she landed, she gracefully knelt on one knee, landing securely on a table in the lobby,

his wig falling off as

convenient for running, but they became his

this moment, the strap of the red dress broke,

front of everyone sweating

image was far from that of a delicate lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation

her fingers at

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

in mid-air as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter

moved out while no one

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

sorry. I’ll go

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

Skin him alive, beat

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 flickered before

between was warm yellow flame

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

hand, fingers gracefully dancing

next second, Cheyenne curled her rose-like lips brightly, hurling away

Metal hit the ground…