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.”

Gordon deeply appreciated Cheyenne’s intelligence. His liking for her

gust of wind blew, and 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 hand

wryly, pondered and said, “That can actually be true,

the obvious traces of a bitter smile on his face, Cheyenne felt curious. “How is that possible? Mr. Murillo, you hold a high position,

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

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

but Cheyenne seemed to see his sadness.

knowing expression, she comfortingly patted Gordon’s shoulder, leaving him

As Cheyenne continued her exaggerated remarks, Gordon

immediately shifted into a

a diary while sorting through his belongings. It contains some useful information. You can take a look later, Miss

“Alright.”

waiting for them. Cheyenne and the assistant got into 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

finally a change. One entry read: “I 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, it’s

was referring to Soar Casino. There were several more entries that mentioned Soar Casino. One of them said, “Today, I followed the young master to the money house to gamble again. It’s really a good place. Not only does money come and go, but there

he drove with Erica to the Cloud Hotel so she could meet

the entries mentioned that he was still searching for materials for the young master, as finding those materials would allow him to continue gambling. His goal for this year was to buy a large house, a beachfront villa, where his two children could attend an

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