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!

observed her reaction, evidently realizing something, and

“Did you kill Jase? Is this just your plan to frame Cheyenne? You’re truly

her lustrous eyes filled with tears, a touch of crimson making them heart-wrenching. “So now you’re taking Cheyenne’s side against me? If I’m truly insane,

have invited me here to talk,” she continued smugly, reaching out to grab his arm, only to be pushed away by

looked at her disdainfully, flicking her hand away without a trace of kindness. Impatience etched on

killed Jase; it was Master Davon. She was merely an accomplice, handing him

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

out of the hospital room

a minute.

clearing up, as if

to give Kelvin a chance. As long as he still loved her, she would spare him. However, the reality saddened

she could

have,

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

moment, she discreetly flicked the white powder from her fingernail into the wine

we last met. Talking about such matters in such a beautiful ambiance seems dull. How

drink, I won’t answer,” Abbie casually

upholstered sofa, Abbie pressed her lips together. She wore a white gown, exuding purity and grace, like a lotus flower untainted by

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

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

onto the

felt as if he were spinning in a stormy sea, growing heavy and