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!”

were suggested, and the waves of voices

down, revealing a section of his wrist.

She was suddenly stunned.

to have seen it

remembered she saw it in

up the bead at the scene, and it was the same

between Soar

led the attack on her last time was a young man. However, the voice from

the tattoo, was a symbol

practitioner, why don’t we use this surgical knife as the instrument of punishment?” As the executioner’s words fell, someone

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

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

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

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

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

become slower, as increased breathing rates led

had heard about the potency of the substance and decided to

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

stained the white coat, creating an

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 the turn of a

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

life hung in the balance

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

won’t answer? Fine, then I’ll ask you the next

a soft grunt,