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 100… too

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

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

from heaven – brave

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

in a black checkered cotton robe with his collar slightly open, revealing his fair and sexy

shoulder-length hair was wet and disheveled as if he had just washed it. Water droplets fell onto his collar or trickled down into his

lay on his knee. From its yellowed pages and

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

from all directions, flipping through the pages of the

came to rest on a particular

filtered through the glass, casting a glow onto the yellowed pages

of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.” Underneath these words was a red line

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

phone call and returned, closing the door behind

room was now

marked beginning of highly anticipated college art competition held at Akloit Cultural

dressed herself. She put on a champagne-colored off-the-shoulder organza dress, her curly hair cascading down her back,

for a month, crafting her new work, “Women in the Fields”,

European art of the sixteenth century. Influenced by

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