She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 445: Not Everyone Has That Fortune

She stood with her back to the approaching person, unable to see his or her actions, but her years of honed sensitivity made her sense a gradually approaching danger. Slightly turning her head, she caught a glimpse of a stranger in black standing behind her in the dressing table mirror, steadily drawing closer.

Sunlight from outside shone on the short knife, reflecting off the mirror and into Cheyenne’s eyes, causing a piercing silver glare.

Just as the person was about to strike while she was off guard, Cheyenne suddenly turned her head to stare coldly, and her voice sounded like an icy abyss in the room. The person’s heart pounded in fear.

“Do you need something?”

It was the maid who had guided her upstairs earlier, her ordinary face pale, wearing a stiff professional smile.

“Miss Lawrence, this is Madam Erica’s room. What are you doing here?”

Taking a deep breath, Cheyenne replied forcefully, “Master Lewis asked me to bring him here.”

The little one lifted his delicate face at just the right moment, reached out to hold onto Cheyenne’s neck, bobbing his head cutely, his voice with a hint of crying.

“I miss Mommy… Fairy sister.”

“Okay, okay, don’t cry. I’ll take you outside to see her.”

Cheyenne picked up Master Lewis and the black box and walked past the maid without any trace of guilt, leaving with a show of confidence.

As they brushed past each other, Cheyenne glanced suspiciously at her, while the maid kept one hand behind her back and made way for her. Everything appeared normal.

maid carefully examined the room again, finding

in that

and

you came so quickly. I wanted to

the moment he saw Cheyenne, his deep eyes lit up with an astonishing brightness, and the cold aura around him

such an

he saw on Cheyenne’s phone earlier, he darkened

Gordon as to where he had

standing next to Cheyenne, as if he were

and hadn’t noticed when Kelvin had walked

“What’s this?”

her hand. The cardboard box looked aged, adorned with a deep red ribbon, and

also a gift she wanted to

over the box of paper cranes. Erica had wanted to give these paper cranes to Iker, but

what kind of medicine it was. She hastily bid farewell to

you. Can we speak privately?” Gordon followed her a few steps and spoke softly.

got into Gordon’s

stood at the entrance of the memorial hall, his towering figure leaning against the frame of the flower gate. His deep-set eyes were fixed on the police car not far away. Although the door was closed, the windows were still open, allowing him to clearly see Cheyenne and Gordon sitting close together in the back seat. It made him

she couldn’t help but notice the sharp, freezing gaze being directed towards them from outside the window. She

blood on the knife has been

fingerprints on

cunning. There were no fingerprints on the handle. It seems they wore gloves when

this result,

we need to find