She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 457: Abbie’s Conspiracy

Abbie couldn’t help but recall the heartwarming scene she witnessed between Kelvin and Cheyenne earlier. She had never seen him smile so genuinely before. He had shown a side she had never experienced when they were together.

Lost in her thoughts, Abbie suddenly noticed Kelvin placing a pair of blue sapphire earrings in front of her. With a serious expression, he looked at her.

“Is this yours?” he asked.

Kelvin remembered clearly seeing her wear it numerous times before. This must be it.

As Abbie saw the earring, her heart skipped a beat, and a sense of panic arose within her. It was indeed her earring.

However, she wasn’t sure if she had lost it that night, either at the abandoned building or on her way home. She had searched for a long time but couldn’t find it anywhere.

And now, unexpectedly, it was in Kelvin’s hand.

Abbie mustered a faint smile and reached out to take them. “Yes, it’s my earring. I didn’t expect you to find it. Please, give it back to me.”

But just as her fingers were about to touch the earring, Kelvin pulled his hand back, tightly clutching onto it.

“This earring wasn’t found by me but Cheyenne,” he stated firmly.

Oh no!

evidently realizing something, and his handsome face turned ashen as he punched the sofa’s armrest, causing a dull pain in

coldly. “Did you kill Jase? Is this just your plan to frame

a touch of crimson making them heart-wrenching. “So now you’re taking Cheyenne’s side against me? If I’m

out, Kelvin, otherwise, you wouldn’t have invited me here to talk,” she continued smugly,

hand away without a trace of kindness.

killed Jase;

earring being found at the crime scene? And there’s surveillance footage too. Do you want me to show it to you?” Kelvin took out his phone, opened the previously retrieved

walking out of the hospital room together.

came out within a minute. Is that just a

her rosy lip tightly, her complex emotions gradually clearing up, as if a determined

spare him. However, the reality saddened Abbie. He had chosen to stand

case, she

she couldn’t have,

out a small glass vial. She dipped her finger into it, collecting a small amount of white powder under her fingernail. Then, she

from her fingernail into the wine glass. She handed

last met. Talking about such matters in such a beautiful ambiance seems dull. How about we have a drink first?” she suggested. “You answer my question first!”

drink, I won’t answer,” Abbie casually

a white gown, exuding purity and grace, like a lotus flower untainted by the mundane

from her and swiftly downed its contents. The remaining red wine

She had laced the wine with the drug Vincent had given her, which was potent enough to incapacitate even an ox, let alone a

hand, shattering into countless pieces. The red wine spilled onto the golden floor,

a stormy sea, growing heavy and bewildered. Finally, everything turned black, and he