Chapter 466: Being Too Pretty

Cheyenne smiled lightly at the two men, helpless as she spread her fair hand.

As soon as she arrived here, she saw Master Iker in imminent danger, so she had to jump off and let Gordon go and save him.

But she didn’t expect that as soon as she turned around, a gun was pressed against the back of her head.

Now it seemed difficult for her to escape.

Gordon took a deep breath, one foot on the ground, gripping the handlebar of the motorcycle with a palm that was moist and covered in fine sweat.

“What should we do? Miss Lawrence is being held hostage now…”

“It’s all my fault.”

Iker also clenched his fists, his veins bulging on the back of his hands, and he looked at the three men with a fierce gaze, sternly rebuking, “The person you want to deal with is me. Let her go, and I’ll go with you.”

The leader of the black-robed men seemed to have gone crazy. He clapped his hands and a hoarse and rough laughter sounded from under his mask.

“I think we don’t need to anymore. Master Iker’s legs seem to have healed. I am more curious about Cheyenne now. Take her away!”

As soon as the words fell, they stuffed Cheyenne into the car, and the van quickly drove onto the Sakura Bridge, disappearing into another exit.

As the van left, Chris arrived with Kelvin.

The car door opened, and they hurriedly ran up to the two, his deep-set eyes scanning the surroundings anxiously as they anxiously asked, “Where’s Cheyenne?”

Iker didn’t answer him.

A moment of silence.

instinctively feel that something was wrong… He had felt a sense of

his head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Foley. It’s my fault for not taking care of Miss Lawrence… She, she was

speaking, Kelvin angrily grabbed his collar, restraining his immense anger and refraining

people from TWILIGHT are? If Cheyenne, a woman,

had seen at TWILIGHT flashed through his

eyeballs gouged out, young girls strangled to death, elderly people with their scalps torn off… He couldn’t even imagine Cheyenne being subjected to such cruelty. He would

TWILIGHT and heard stories from victims who had managed

bodies were undoubtedly covered

wounds represented the suffocating experiences

changed slightly, turning

Foley. I will quickly contact the people in

was interrupted again. “No need, I

in a daze, he walked back to the luxury car in big strides and instructed

gradually dispersed… The air was still filled with the smell of burnt remains. The collapsed bridge stood in the

news finally arrived at the scene after

TWILIGHT.

be heard from upstairs, amidst the cacophony of voices mingled the sound of shoes and their friction

“Master Charlie, you’re here.”

“Hmm.”

deep voice resonated in Cheyenne’s ears, followed by a slight pain on her

was held by the man, his grip not tight, but the touch of

“Who are you?”

and twinkling almond-shaped eyes. Even so, it

His collar had a red line, and there were

was adorned with a blue demon mask, only those shining

by those eyes… blue, vast, and profound

need to know who I am. You only

in, lowering his voice gently into her ear, his breath warm, “Do you want

“My crime must be

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