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. Her fair,

him. Thanks to Cheyenne’s sudden appearance, the stick struck her shoulder

let out a muffled groan, extending her hand to catch the falling

only eighty percent of her

down. Forced to stop pursuing, they could only watch as the man took Cheyenne away. Relieved

Oh no!

was still

What should she do?

surely take Kelvin as

to her… until she noticed a familiar black sedan approaching. Her gaze was drawn to

sigh of relief escaped

Chris was here.

Everything should be fine…

funeral. Kai wore a pure black suit, his face appearing somewhat exhausted. It had only been a few days since

Thalia and the Madam Poppy. Clutching their handkerchiefs, they sobbed

Kai place the urn into the grave and personally erect the tombstone, the three of them bowed

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

“From today onwards, your mommy won’t come back. You

back”? But they missed their mommy dearly. It had been several days since they last saw Erica, and the girl was the

further affect their husband’s already saddened heart, Poppy took the twins

come for the funeral gradually left, and Kai, feeling unwell, retreated to his bedroom to lie down. Thalia

now.