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

his hand, and his sleeve slid down, revealing a section of his wrist. The string of

She was suddenly stunned.

to have seen

remembered she saw it in

it was the same bead that Eddie encountered during the attack, identical in every

what connection existed between

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

tattoo, was a

sword will die 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

took one with a narrow and long design,

was sharp enough to easily cut through bones, let alone the softer flesh tissue. Jonathan still wore the white coat when

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

the guts, go ahead and kill me,”

days without proper food or rest had taken its toll

had become slower, as increased breathing rates led to

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

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

stained the white coat, creating

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

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

in the balance of the

frowned, his aged face lined with deep wrinkles. But he managed to grit his teeth and endure the

Fine, then I’ll ask you the next question. If

soft grunt, “Do