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!”

waves of voices almost drowned

revealing a section of his wrist. The string of rosewood beads on

She was suddenly stunned.

to have seen

saw it

it was the same bead that Eddie encountered during the

between Soar Casino

her last time was a young man. However, the voice from the stage sounded like someone around forty, with a slightly plump figure. Different people but possessing the

the tattoo, was a

a saying: those who live by the 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 wooden tray. On it lay shining silver

long design, usually used

the knife pressed against Mr. Owen’s chest. The pure silver alloy blade was sharp enough to easily cut through bones, let alone the softer flesh tissue. Jonathan still wore the white coat when he was arrested. Soon, Cheyenne noticed a red flower blooming on his chest,

echoed through the hall, questioning him, “Tell me, where did you

kill me,” Jonathan’s voice sounded weak and

several days without proper food or rest had

as increased breathing rates led

Kelvin had given her. Jonathan had heard about the potency of the substance and

Cheyenne felt deep guilt once again. First, it was Eddie, and now it was Jonathan… There

stained the white

to the heart itself but capable of inflicting immense pain. Killing Jonathan in a second

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

life hung in the balance of the judge’s

wrinkles. But he managed to grit his teeth and endure the first wave

won’t answer? Fine, then I’ll ask you the next question. If you continue to resist, I will truly kill

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