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!”

suggested, and the waves of voices almost drowned out the executioner’s

of his wrist. The string of rosewood beads on his

She was suddenly stunned.

seemed to have

remembered she saw

the scene, and it was the same bead that Eddie encountered during the attack,

between Soar

a young man. However, the voice from the stage sounded like someone

bracelet, like the tattoo,

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 surgical knives, sharp

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

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

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

and kill me,”

several days without proper food or rest had taken its toll on

as increased breathing rates led

of Misty Forest that Kelvin had given her. Jonathan had heard about the potency of the substance and decided to assist

had known about TWILIGHT’s existence ten years ago, but had no idea that Vincent was involved with TWILIGHT. Cheyenne felt deep guilt once again. First, it was Eddie, and now it was Jonathan… There couldn’t be

the white coat, creating an

position of the blade was just slightly 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 easy as

to the left, even just one centimeter, and he

the balance of the judge’s

lined with deep wrinkles. But he managed to grit

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

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