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

sleeve slid down, revealing a section of his wrist. The string of

She was suddenly stunned.

to have seen

she remembered she saw it in the

picked up the bead at the scene, and it was the same bead that Eddie encountered during

connection existed between Soar

was a young man. However, the voice from the stage sounded like someone around forty, with a

like the tattoo, was a symbol of

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

took one with a narrow and long design, usually used for cutting deep-seated connective

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

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

and kill me,” Jonathan’s

proper food or rest had

become slower, as increased breathing

given her. Jonathan had

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

the white coat, creating an incredibly

was just slightly away from the back of the heart, not immediately dangerous to the heart itself but capable of inflicting

knife to the left,

hung in the balance of

aged face lined with deep wrinkles. But he managed to grit his teeth and endure

judge continued questioning, “You won’t answer? Fine, then I’ll ask you the next question. If you continue to resist, I

struggled to open his eyes and let out a soft grunt, “Do as you please, I’ll be