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.

was

front of her. After eating enough food, she licked her pink lips subconsciously which were tempting beyond

shook people’s hearts deeply. “Soar Casino means nothing; I can handle anything that

instant, Cheyenne appeared like one who fell from heaven –

windows were covered by thick black curtains, blocking out all the light from outside. The only source of illumination in the room was

next to the bed, a man was dressed in a black checkered cotton

if he had just washed it. Water droplets fell onto his collar or trickled down

yellowed pages and frayed spine, it seemed that he had read this book countless times

clarity. His bright eyes opened abruptly as the light from his phone screen illuminated one corner of the room. He got up,

in from all directions, flipping through the pages of the book with a “whoosh”

to rest

silvery moonlight filtered through the glass, casting a glow onto the yellowed

in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.” Underneath these words was a red line drawn by him which stood out even more under moonlight’s

its end, and even the moonlight without warmth serves as

finished his phone call and returned,

now

of highly anticipated college art competition

on a champagne-colored off-the-shoulder organza dress, her curly hair cascading down her back, and a red bow adding a touch of youthful charm to

into preparing for a month, crafting her new work, “Women

were many similar themes, especially in the European art of the sixteenth century. Influenced by the Renaissance, art’s focus shifted

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