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 out

his wrist. The string of

She was suddenly stunned.

to have seen it

saw it in the car

and it was the same bead that Eddie

existed between

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

the tattoo, was a

we use this surgical knife

long design, usually

enough to easily cut through bones, let alone the softer flesh tissue. Jonathan still wore the white coat when he

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

the guts, go ahead and kill me,” Jonathan’s voice sounded weak and

days without proper food or rest had

as increased breathing rates

Jonathan had heard about

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

white coat, creating an incredibly

slightly away from the back of the heart, not immediately dangerous to the heart itself

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

hung in the balance of the

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

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

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