She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 463: As Long as Cheyenne is Safe

Abbie was dead.

Cheyenne hated her, wishing she could have personally taken revenge on her enemy.

But she never expected Abbie to die in front of her like this.

With her death, all the past grievances and enmity were erased… Cheyenne silently put away her knife.

Subconsciously, she glanced at Kelvin from the corner of her eye, bracing herself, ready to accept any blame he might place on her.

It was indeed because she took Abbie as a hostage that the assassins came.

To her surprise, Kelvin’s face showed no expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a faint trace of sorrow between them.

The current situation didn’t allow Cheyenne to waste any more time talking to him.

Davon and his men surrounded the two of them, and Cheyenne stood her ground, clenching her fists tightly, preparing herself for a desperate fight.

“Attack!”

People dressed in black robes came at Cheyenne with their weapons, their aggression palpable.

Their movements were so swift that a cool breeze blew across the man’s face, snapping him out of his shock from Abbie’s death. He gently reminded her from behind. “Be careful, Cheyenne.”

Cheyenne’s red dress fluttered fiercely, and her chestnut hair scattered behind her, accentuating her fair, exquisite face with a touch of vibrant color in this tense atmosphere. Her figure moved like a graceful butterfly, dodging the attacks of the black-clothed figures. She held her knife tightly, the sound of it cutting through the fabric crisp and clear. Kelvin quickly joined the battle as well. Despite their dwindling stamina, they gradually gained the upper hand.

Her slender legs locked onto the person behind him. Her foot kicked the attacker’s shoulder,

were both under the influence of drugs, Kelvin

up his sleeves, deciding to

prepared handgun from his waist and aimed it at Cheyenne, issuing his

to surrender obediently, since my men have captured Iker. Why risk your lives

a car accident that

so desperately to help

just now, Cheyenne had expended a lot of energy. If this back-and-forth continued, she might faint before Davon had to make a move. Quickly thinking in her mind, Cheyenne had discussed strategies with

he would use

until now, a whole night had

was you who killed Erica, right? You are

did not deny it. He clapped his hands and applauded loudly. “Yes, I

about Erica’s death without any expression on

his words, death was as common as eating and drinking, let alone having any

had never been

born with a silver spoon in their mouths, didn’t understand the value of life,

beast! Madam Erica gave birth to your twins! She was the mother of

a wave of his hand. “A woman is as common as clothes, isn’t it? Why should I have any pity for someone

woman worthy of Davon, the capitalist, had to be like Emily and Elsa, equally exceptional and

just an orphan, a foster daughter of the Todd family, slightly higher in

to have his children without his consent. Wasn’t it just an attempt to use the twins as leverage to threaten him in

get rid

trivial stepping stones in the path

man intensified. “Capitalists are indeed heartless and ruthless. In this regard, you have something in common with someone named Foley.” Kelvin’s ears twitched, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at her. His eyebrows furrowed, and the wrinkles on his

mention who “someone

handsome face darkened, his lips parted slightly, and

be as heartless and cold-blooded as Davon, and he would never ask