She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 427: Madam Erica

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Gordon.

He emerged from inside… with his face covered in black ashes, only revealing his black eyes. When he spoke, his snow-white teeth were even more dazzling. And the white figure that startled her was a white coat. It had “Hopedale Hospital” written on the chest along with its logo. How could this be a hospital uniform?

Cheyenne was greatly shocked. There were traces of blood and green grass juice on the white coat.

It must have splattered on the person while passing through the woods, sticking the green leaves to the clothes.

On second thought, she hadn’t heard anyone in the hospital mention losing their uniform. She reached out her fair and tender hand and grabbed Gordon, curiously asking him, “Mr. Murillo, is there something under the fireplace?”

Gordon held her small hand in his, a blush quickly flashing across his dark and handsome face. He felt somewhat embarrassed and lowered his head. Girls’ hands are so soft?

When he recalled how he had dirtied Cheyenne’s delicate and fair hand, he felt even more guilty.

In a haste, he climbed up, let go of Cheyenne’s hand, and answered her, “It seems like there’s a secret passage below. I only walked about twenty meters. It was too dark, so I didn’t dare to go any further. I will bring my men here for further investigation.

Cheyenne agreed, continuing to speculate, “If this secret passage leads outside, it could explain why there are no footprints outside, but suddenly footprints appeared on the stairs.”

intelligence. His liking for her deepened a

the putrid smell in the air made both of them grimace. Cheyenne covered her nose with her small hand, expressing her disdain, “Let’s go, this place is so stinky.” He quickly took something in his

into a line. A teasing voice sounded in Gordon’s ear, “I thought all you policemen were unromantic guys.” Gordon smiled wryly, pondered and said, “That can actually be true, given the nature of our work. So most of us aren’t really romantic. There are many of us in

Mr. Murillo, you hold a high position, you’re young, and there are

but that person’s status was too high, while he was just a lowly policeman with no future

most. While walking in front without turning back, she couldn’t resist asking, “Who is the person you like, Mr. Murillo? Can I know?” Gordon gave a vague answer, “She’s in Onistead, and I’m afraid I won’t see her in this lifetime. Miss Lawrence, please

seemed to see his sadness. She could empathize with

patted Gordon’s shoulder,

out of being single!” As Cheyenne continued her exaggerated remarks, Gordon quickly changed the subject. “By the way, there have been

shifted into a professional mode and turned her head to

belongings. It contains

“Alright.”

the car and headed back. The diary was delivered to her mansion near dusk. Cheyenne sat on the couch and opened the diary. It contained some of Konner’s journal entries, mostly trivial matters that were of little importance. Many of them were about what he did today, where he drove what cigarettes he

finally made 100, 000 today, in less than a minute! Damn, it’s so easy for rich people to make money. Money begets more money! While poor people have to work their whole lives. Fuck,

house to gamble again. It’s really a good

caught Cheyenne’s attention. It was the most important and valuable clue so far. Konner wrote that he drove with Erica to the Cloud Hotel so she could meet Aidan and joked that Erica was

allow him to continue gambling. His goal

deep thought. Aidan and Erica had shared a room together? That meant the two of them must have had some connection. This perhaps corroborated her and Kelvin’s initial speculation.