She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 411: Forest

Kelvin’s face darkened instantly. It seemed like TWILIGHT intended to closely watch Cheyenne. Wasn’t it dangerous for her to live alone in the villa?

Old Mr. Edwards was old and frail, Iker had mobility issues, and Benson, being blind, could hardly protect himself.

In short, everyone around her was either old, weak, sick, or disabled.

The best solution now was to have Cheyenne stay at the Foley mansion, where she would have several bodyguards with her, making it safer.

Kelvin’s train of thought had shifted from the murder case to TWILIGHT, and finally to her. He didn’t even hear clearly what Cheyenne said.

Cheyenne was unaware of Kelvin’s thoughts and continued speaking about her own doubts.

“But it doesn’t make sense. The autopsy report stated that Jase’s time of death was approximately twenty-four hours ago. At that time, we were still at TWILIGHT. How did the killer frame and target me?” Could the killer have planned from the beginning to have her hair?

Frowning, Cheyenne felt her mind was a chaotic mess, with many scattered clues that urgently needed to be connected.

Unconsciously, she reached out and slapped her own head, forcing herself to quickly come up with a breakthrough.

The next moment, a pair of warm, slightly coarse hands covered her small hand, easily gripping her wrist and pulling her soft wrist down.

In a cold voice, he said, “You’re not smart enough. Just go to the hospital and see who Jase had contact with before his death.”

Cheyenne nodded lightly, realizing the proximity between her and Kelvin, her face stiffened, and she regained her previous expressionless demeanor.

“Let go of your hand,” she commanded.

Kelvin had no choice but to release his grip and watched as she raised her long, slender legs and walked towards Gordon. The jealousy in his heart grew stronger.

body was currently placed?

This question startled Gordon.

want to see the body…

Later, Gordon understood.

not

the body was cold and stiff. In the low temperature environment, the skin had a purplish hue, which looked eerie. However, Cheyenne calmly put on a pair of white rubber gloves

a brave

Swish.

Her slender hand, clad in gloves, pressed down on his lungs and discovered that it still

body remained intact. There was only some dirt in the crevices of the fingernails, which likely happened when Jase accidentally got stuck in the

outside the door, observing Cheyenne’s actions from a distance. Especially when he saw her gaze fixed on Jase’s purplish and stiff chest, the cloud on his

wished he could replace that lifeless body lying under her

two fingers returned to his lungs and gently

the autopsy on

“It was me.”

a white lab coat, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose.

been working as a forensic pathologist for ten years,

the glove that

She momentarily forgot.

other party seemed unfazed and shook her hand, “Hello, Miss

illusion, Yurem Compton felt like the air around them grew colder as he shook hands with Miss Lawrence. He initially thought it was because the morgue doors were

that chilling air came from.

retracted his

was wondering if you noticed a soft spot on the abdomen of the deceased

did notice. However, the patient had a history of liver tumors, so I believe it was

his words, her voice

success and a failure can make all the difference. We should not have words like ‘most likely.’ Yurem, as a forensic pathologist, you didn’t take X-rays