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 almost

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

she saw it in

was the same bead that Eddie encountered during the attack, identical

connection existed between

certain that the person who led the attack on her last time was a young man. However, the voice from the stage

like the tattoo, was a symbol of

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

a narrow and long design, usually used for

softer flesh tissue. Jonathan still wore the white coat when he was arrested. Soon, Cheyenne noticed a red flower blooming on his chest, starkly contrasting

the judge echoed through the hall, questioning him, “Tell

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

here for several days without proper food or rest

slower, as increased breathing rates led to greater energy

Jonathan had heard about the potency of the substance and decided to assist

First, it was Eddie, and now it was Jonathan… There couldn’t be a next time! As

large droplets stained the white coat,

just slightly away from the back of the heart, not immediately dangerous to the heart itself but capable of inflicting immense pain. Killing Jonathan

of the surgical knife to the left, even just one

life hung in the balance of

his aged face lined with deep wrinkles. But he managed to

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

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