She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 374: I Want His Heart

Knowing that she was in a hurry, Kelvin pressed down on her restless shoulders, his warm hands holding her clenched and delicate fists.

“Cheyenne, I know you’re anxious. Let’s assess the situation first.”

Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to rescue Jonathan.

Jonathan had witnessed the deaths of the six people in front of him, but he still stood in the middle of the stage, expressionless.

Although he was disheveled, he kept his back straight. His gaze was cold, waiting for the judgment that the executioner would impose on him. His indifferent posture seemed as if he were not the one about to die.

On this stage, they had witnessed many “tough guys,” but when the knife was really placed at their necks, even tough guys could turn into the weak.

The executioner in black with a mask continued speaking, “This person attempted to investigate TWILIGHT’s Misty Forest, which is a heinous crime.”

As the words fell, the audience below the stage became even more uproarious.

Everyone knew that Misty Forest was a distinctive “product” of TWILIGHT, and if its secrets were exposed, TWILIGHT would suffer a significant loss and might even attract catastrophic consequences. They clamored in various ways:

“Burn him alive!”

“Tie him to a cross; he betrayed the true Lord, nail him with spikes into his body!”

“Quarter him!”

cruel punishments were suggested, and the waves of voices almost

raised his hand, and his sleeve slid down, revealing a section of his wrist. The string of rosewood beads on his wrist appeared in

She was suddenly stunned.

have

remembered she saw

bead at the scene, and it was the same bead that

existed between

the person who led the attack on her last time was a young man. However, the voice from the stage sounded like someone around

like the tattoo, was

sword will die by the sword. Since this old man is a medical practitioner, why don’t we use this surgical knife as the instrument of punishment?” As the executioner’s words fell, someone quickly approached

with a narrow and long design, usually used for cutting

softer

of the judge echoed through the hall, questioning him, “Tell me, where

kill me,” Jonathan’s voice

several days without proper food or rest had taken

as increased breathing rates led to greater energy

her. Jonathan had heard about

with TWILIGHT. Cheyenne felt deep guilt once again. First, it was Eddie, and now it was Jonathan… There couldn’t be a next time! As Jonathan’s

large droplets stained the white

away from the back of the heart, not immediately dangerous to the heart itself but capable of inflicting immense pain. Killing Jonathan in a second would be as

a slight deviation of the surgical knife to the left, even just one centimeter, and he

in the balance of the judge’s

with deep wrinkles. But he managed to grit his

I’ll ask you the next question.

open his eyes and let out a soft grunt, “Do