She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 464: Mr. Murillo Makes an Impressive Entrance

Cheyenne ran out of the villa, her high heels hitting the asphalt road with varying depth and rhythm.

The coastal highway was deserted, and between the blue sky, the vast sea, and the road lay Cheyenne’s slender figure, accompanied by her long red dress and flowing chestnut hair, dancing in the air and highlighting her petite stature.

“Stop!” shouted a few black-robed figures chasing after her, brandishing wooden sticks and other objects.

As they got closer, Cheyenne exerted all her strength, kicking off her high heels and running barefoot.

Buzzing sounds came from ahead as a motorcycle approached, blasting popular DJ electronic music into the wilderness.

Cheyenne turned her head towards the sound and saw Gordon, wearing a blue police uniform, riding a black motorcycle. He resembled a graceful leopard running across the plains, lightning-fast and agile. As the motorcycle passed by her side, Gordon suddenly leaned and tilted the bike at a height of less than ten centimeters above the ground, executing a 180-degree turn.

The intense friction between the tires and the ground created a burst of silver-white sparks, accompanied by the odor of burning rubber.

Cheyenne halted in her tracks, stopping in place.

Behind her, the group of black-clothed pursuers raised their wooden sticks and swung them at Gordon, who was seated on the motorcycle.

“Be careful!” she exclaimed, her voice carried away by the murky ocean breeze as it irritated her throat, causing her voice to become softer. Her bright eyes expressed concern as they fixed upon Gordon.

At the critical moment, the man reached out a tan hand towards her. Cheyenne quickly lifted her feet and took two steps forward, grabbing his hand.

landed on the motorcycle’s back seat.

head flew toward him. Thanks to Cheyenne’s sudden appearance,

extending her hand to catch the falling stick mid-air. With a swift motion, she hurled it back

force of the wind, Cheyenne exerted only eighty percent of her strength, yet

bruised and swollen noses, their blood dripping down. Forced to stop pursuing, they could only watch as the man took Cheyenne away. Relieved of immediate danger,

Oh no!

was still

What should she do?

had lost her, and he would surely take Kelvin as replacement. He couldn’t die, could

about the villa, Cheyenne hadn’t heard a word that Gordon had said to her… until she noticed a familiar black sedan

sigh of relief escaped her

Chris was here.

Everything should be fine…

today was the day of Erica’s funeral. Kai wore a pure black suit, his face appearing somewhat exhausted. It had only

lacquered cremation urn adorned with carved flowers, he was followed by two Madam Thalia and the Madam Poppy. Clutching their handkerchiefs, they sobbed softly, their eyes red

the urn into the grave and personally erect the tombstone, the three of them bowed respectfully towards

twins kneeled before the grave, crying inconsolably. Kai forcefully tapped the back of their heads, making their

filled with sorrow, resonated heavily above them, “From today onwards, your mommy won’t come back. You both

never come back”? But they missed their mommy dearly.

Poppy took the twins away for a little walk.

who had come for the funeral gradually left, and Kai, feeling unwell, retreated to his bedroom to lie down. Thalia attended to him and helped him take a “sleeping pill”, instructing

now.