She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 385: Blood Pact

Finally, they had passed through the large gate that had trapped them for who knew how long. Cheyenne took a step with her weak legs and felt a bit unsteady while walking…

“Hold on!”

Kelvin promptly supported her shoulder, his deep voice resonating from beneath the mask.

“I… I’m fine,” she replied.

Not far from the entrance, there were three men. Two of them were dressed the same as Cheyenne and Kelvin, while the other wore a suit and a mask.

As expected, he must be the person coming to buy ingredients.

One of the black-robed figures complained in a disgruntled voice to the other two, “3467, you guys are so slow. Mr. Alvarez has been waiting.”

“Sorry, it took us a while to find the number,” Kelvin said as he handed over the black plastic bag in his hand.

After examining the bag, Mr. Alvarez used his hand to weigh it before opening it.

Cheyenne couldn’t help but look over and was shocked to her core.

It was half a human hand!

Its fair skin devoid of pores, well-proportioned fingers, and delicate nails… It resembled a pickled chicken claw treated with alum in a factory.

Mr. Alvarez picked up the severed hand and sniffed it, then let out a satisfied smile. “Not bad, no odor… beautiful.”

Holy sh*t!

He can’t be… planning to eat it, right?

Cheyenne’s shocked gaze caught Mr. Alvarez’s attention, and he sneered. “I just want to use her fingernails to make a steel pen, that’s all.”

two black-robed figures turned to look and gave a commanding order,

“Yes.”

ran down Cheyenne’s spine. When those two men had looked at her earlier, she couldn’t

no problem dealing with these few

Kelvin were exhausted and making any more noise could potentially

also startled Kelvin,

them wore masks and black robes, anxiously searching for

the end of the corridor. Just as they were about to step inside, they noticed

you, take

she took the food

the black robe eyed her hand for

quickly followed.

arrived at the

prison. Iron doors and walls trapped the area, leaving no way to escape. Each cell contained varying amounts of people. There were young girls, old men, and even children… As soon as they saw Kelvin and Cheyenne, they would fearfully hide away, afraid that these two were here to capture them. Cheyenne’s gaze quickly scanned the faces of these people,

help but ache. Jonathan was already in his sixties, his white lab coat stained dark red with blood. He lay on a small bed,

secretly squeezed her hand, giving her a

time,” she spoke

had been lying down.

When he saw Cheyenne making a “It’s me” gesture, Jonathan’s eyes turned

doing here? It’s

how can I save you and get you out of here?” Cheyenne removed the

Get out?

is a letter I wrote in secret. Please deliver it

fell from beneath her mask, but she held back her sadness, biting

that easily, so don’t worry. But there’s one

“Tell me.”

eye on the hospital for me. I suspect

was out of the ordinary, and apart from

suitable for focusing on scientific research. On the other hand, Cheyenne was courageous and resourceful, making her a good successor. Jonathan claimed that he was fine to reassure Cheyenne, but in reality, he knew that those people would

can be seen as entrusting his career

responsibility is great and the