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

She was suddenly stunned.

have seen it

she saw it in the car

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

what connection existed between Soar Casino

voice from the stage sounded like someone around forty, with a

like the tattoo, was a symbol of

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

long design, usually used for

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. Soon, Cheyenne noticed a red flower blooming

questioning him, “Tell me,

kill me,” Jonathan’s voice sounded weak and lacking

several days without proper food or rest had taken its

as increased breathing

the vial of Misty Forest that Kelvin had given her. Jonathan had heard

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

white coat,

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

of the surgical knife to the left, even just one centimeter, and he would die from massive

the

aged face lined with deep wrinkles. But he managed to

then I’ll ask you the next question. If you continue to resist, I will

soft grunt, “Do