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 drowned

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

She was suddenly stunned.

seemed to have

she saw it in the car

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

what connection existed between

man. However, the voice from the stage sounded like someone around forty,

like the tattoo, was

is a medical practitioner, why don’t we use this surgical knife as

long design, usually used for cutting deep-seated connective

on 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.

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

kill me,” Jonathan’s voice sounded weak and

several days without proper food or rest had taken its toll

slower, as increased

had heard about the potency of

it was Eddie, and now it was Jonathan… There couldn’t

large droplets stained the white coat, creating an

heart, not immediately dangerous to the heart itself but capable of inflicting

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

in the balance of the

face lined with deep wrinkles. But he managed to grit his teeth and endure the first wave

I’ll ask you the next question. If you

soft grunt, “Do as you please, I’ll be damned if I