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.

left, the maid carefully examined the room again, finding everything untouched except for the iron

in that

memorial hall, the spacious and luxurious hall became somewhat crowded with

so quickly. I wanted to go

eyes lit up with an astonishing brightness, and the

such an

records he saw on Cheyenne’s phone earlier, he

Gordon as to where he had offended the former. But it was only right to mourn Madam

returned, he saw Kelvin standing next to

talking to Iker and hadn’t noticed

“What’s this?”

cardboard box looked aged, adorned with a deep red ribbon, and in the

also a gift she wanted to give you. Take

cranes to Iker,

what kind of medicine

a moment. I have something to discuss with you. Can we speak privately?”

got into

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

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

has been tested and indeed

any fingerprints on the

killer was cunning. There were no fingerprints on the handle. It seems

had already anticipated this result, but she still felt

to find

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