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.

ask where Jase’s body was currently placed?

This question startled Gordon.

was bold enough to want to see the body… Most girls would scream in terror at the sight of

Later, Gordon understood.

not

for a while, 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

brave warrior

Swish.

and skin. Her slender hand, clad in gloves, pressed down on his lungs and discovered

cut near the left atrium, while the rest of the body remained intact. There was only some dirt in the crevices of the fingernails,

Especially when he saw her gaze

could replace that lifeless body

returned to his lungs and

who conducted the autopsy on

“It was me.”

was wearing a white lab coat, and a pair

a forensic pathologist

the glove that had just touched the

She momentarily forgot.

other party seemed unfazed and shook her hand, “Hello, Miss Lawrence. Is there any issue

the air around them grew colder as he shook hands with Miss Lawrence. He initially thought it was because the morgue doors were

Mr. Foley’s gaze, Yurem finally understood where that chilling air came from.

retracted

spot on the abdomen of the deceased while examining the

the patient had a

ruthlessly refuted his words, her

slightest difference between a 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 or perform an