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

raised his hand, and his sleeve slid down, revealing a section of his wrist. The string of rosewood beads on his wrist appeared in Cheyenne’s

She was suddenly stunned.

to have seen

remembered she saw it in the car

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

between Soar Casino and

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

the tattoo, was

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

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

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

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

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

without proper food or

slower, as increased breathing

had heard about the potency of the

felt deep guilt once again. First, it was Eddie, and now it was Jonathan… There

droplets stained the white coat, creating an

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

knife to the left, even just one centimeter, and he would die

life hung in the balance of the

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

questioning, “You won’t answer? Fine, then I’ll ask you the

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