She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 172: Handle Anything That Comes My Way

To be honest, no one fully believed Reece’s words. Such a great plan could not have been thought up by someone as brainless as him. Cheyenne picked up a banana, peeled it and took a bite before relaying the information she had overheard to everyone in a calm manner. “I overheard a conversation outside the guest room on the third floor. The casino manager showed great respect for that person and he sounded quite old. They also mentioned something about drug testing!”

Drug testing? Could it be related to the large amount of Datura stramonium found in his blood earlier? Eddie thought about this and his clear eyes showed deep contemplation as he glanced at Cheyenne who was looking back at him.

Their eyes met.

“Oh, there’s another important person – Aidan! I heard them mention him several times. Master Iker, you should send someone to investigate this person,” Cheyenne said.

Iker nodded her noble head slightly. “Hmm.”

After finishing her last bite of banana, she threw the peel behind her with precision into the trash can without looking.

“Soar Casino is heavily guarded, how did you guys manage to escape?” Tanner noticed that except for Dominic’s arm being scratched and Reece looking somewhat disheveled, these three people all looked pretty good considering what they had gone through earlier.

Speaking of which was really satisfying! Reece’s expression was even more vivid and exaggerated than when he boasted just now as he lightly patted Cheyenne on the shoulder.

“It was all thanks to my lighter that Cheyenne had a chance to set fire to the casino!”

“What!” Tanner dropped his chicken leg on the table in shock with wide open mouth full of surprise.

Miss Lawrence was

in front of her. After eating enough food, she licked her pink lips subconsciously which were tempting beyond measure with some oil shine

people’s hearts deeply. “Soar

like one who fell from heaven – brave

curtains, blocking out all the light from outside. The only source of illumination in the room was a

to the bed, a man was dressed in a black checkered cotton robe with his

he had just washed it. Water droplets fell onto

Latin version of the Bible lay on his knee. From its yellowed pages and frayed spine, it seemed that he had read this book

peacefulness with clarity. His bright eyes opened abruptly as the light from his phone screen illuminated one corner of the room. He got up, picked up his phone, and then turned

rushed in from all directions, flipping through the pages of the book with a

rest on

a beam of silvery moonlight filtered through the glass, casting a

in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.” Underneath these

in this world, darkness always has its end, and even the moonlight without warmth serves as

and returned, closing the

room was now silent

highly anticipated

her curly hair cascading down her back, and a red bow

preparing for a month, crafting her new work, “Women in the Fields”, drawing inspiration from the

the European art of the sixteenth century. Influenced by the Renaissance, art’s focus shifted from the

Vermeer’s masterpiece “Girl with a Pearl Earring”,