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.

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

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

astonished

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,

run to the exit on the first floor, his wig falling off as he ran. The

heels weren’t convenient for running, but they became

the red dress broke, revealing

he appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely and

lady just now. If it weren’t

snapped her fingers at

lighter from his bag. “Take it!” he

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 small

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

ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps on his face. “What are you doing? You actually

sorry. I’ll go take care of it

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

him! Skin him alive, beat him up badly, then throw him

the exit with all speed possible when Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter in her hand, and the blue flame flickered before the eyes of the

warm yellow flame while outer

temperature is

hand, fingers gracefully dancing

rose-like lips brightly,

Metal hit the ground…