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, “You two

“Yes.”

two men had looked at her

she would have no problem

any more

honest, Cheyenne also startled Kelvin, but fortunately, nothing unexpected

black robes, anxiously

they were about

both of you, take this meal

as she

robe eyed her hand

followed. They were concerned that

at the floor minus

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

heart couldn’t help but ache. Jonathan was already in his sixties, his white lab coat stained dark red with blood. He lay on a

the iron door and secretly squeezed her hand, giving

she spoke

startled Jonathan, who had been lying down. He immediately

flickered for a moment, fixated on the newcomers. When he saw Cheyenne making a “It’s

are you doing here? It’s too dangerous.

out of here?” Cheyenne

Get out?

You should leave… oh, right, this is a letter I wrote in secret.

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

composed. He spoke in a deliberately lighthearted tone, “I won’t die that easily, so don’t worry. But there’s one

“Tell me.”

for me. I suspect there’s a

and apart from Cheyenne and Eddie, he didn’t have

personality, which made him more 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 harm him once

as entrusting his

great and