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.

Lawrence was 100…

lips subconsciously which were tempting beyond measure with some

but carried an absolute weight that shook people’s hearts deeply. “Soar Casino means nothing; I can handle anything that comes my

appeared like one who fell from heaven – brave yet pure – causing people’s hearts

outside. The only source of illumination in the room was a vintage European-style lotus-shaped metal lamp on the bedside

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

washed it. Water droplets fell onto his collar or trickled down into his

the Bible lay on his knee. From its yellowed pages

quiet night, only his long and slow heartbeat could be heard until suddenly a ringing sound broke through this 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 to walk out

flipping through the pages of the book

it came to rest on

through the glass, casting a glow onto the yellowed pages

it not.” Underneath these words was a red line drawn by him which

always has its end, and even the

and

was now

following day marked beginning of highly anticipated college art competition held at Akloit

a champagne-colored off-the-shoulder organza dress, her curly hair cascading down her back, and a red

her new work, “Women

in the European art of the sixteenth century. Influenced

a Pearl