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.

was currently placed? I would like to see it

This question startled Gordon.

see the body… Most girls would scream in terror at

Later, Gordon understood.

was not an ordinary

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 and confidently

a brave warrior marching

Swish.

skin. Her slender hand, clad in gloves, pressed

There was only some dirt in the crevices of the fingernails, which likely happened when

stood 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 face

could replace that lifeless body

fingers returned to his lungs and gently pressed, confirming that there was

conducted the autopsy

“It was me.”

out from the crowd. He was wearing a white lab coat, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose. He

as a forensic pathologist for ten years, making him an

her right hand, still wearing the glove that had just touched the

She momentarily forgot.

her hand, “Hello, Miss Lawrence. Is there

Yurem Compton felt like the air around them grew colder as he shook

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

retracted

was wondering if you noticed a soft spot on the abdomen

stunned, then explained, “Miss Lawrence, I did notice. However, the patient had a history of liver

Cheyenne ruthlessly refuted his words, her

means saving lives. The slightest difference between a success and a failure can make all the difference. We should not have words like ‘most likely.’ Yurem, as