She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 468: Waiting to Feed the Sharks

From the moment he took off his hat, Cheyenne knew his intention was to obtain the Thirteen Needles.

How could she, a person with no conscience or morals, possibly hand over this set of needle techniques to him?

The power of the Thirteen Needles was immense, and if it fell into the hands of someone with ill intentions, it would undoubtedly lead to endless trouble.

This was also the reason why the Edwards family had to choose a patriarch to learn the final stage of this needle technique.

Cheyenne sneered and pretended to be confused, saying, “Granduncle, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I don’t have the Thirteen Needles on me. If you don’t believe me, you can have someone search me!”

She was still wearing the same dress as before, without even a bag, let alone a book. She couldn’t hide a cellphone, not to mention a whole book.

Adrian glared at her pale but still smiling face with a sinister look in his eyes and threatened her coldly:

“Of course, I know you don’t have the book on you, but you have learned it. It’s in your mind. Write it down!”

Cheyenne couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Write it down? Are you kidding me?”

“I’ve forgotten it! Granduncle, think about it. I’ve gone through so many terrible things recently, encountered significant scares, and my mind has been traumatized… Science has proven that memory can be impaired in such situations.”

Did she look like she had been scared, with her lively and agile tongue? Even though Adrian knew she was talking nonsense, he was still powerless against her. “Grandniece, don’t think you can fool me so easily. If you don’t write it, I might actually make you feed the sharks!” he said with an eerily sinister voice.

Cheyenne patted her chest in a “relieved” manner and blinked her watery eyes innocently, “Granduncle, if you keep scaring me like this, I might forget even more.” After she finished speaking, an extremely awkward rumbling sound came from her stomach.

I have low blood sugar. If I get too hungry and don’t receive enough nutrition for my brain, I won’t have the mood

He angrily left.

sound, “Granduncle! I’m your grandniece, after all. We are related. At least

gang had spread, and everyone assumed she

people among them

he was feeling at the moment… Looking at the high-end nutrients brought by his daughter on the

dead, and her daughter Cheyenne was also dead…

man would

stood up, saying, “You chat.

how to kick Layne out of the Lawrence Villa and take it over, suddenly

lonely figure walking away,

wrong with

finally realized something was wrong and ended the conversation, turning her attention

exclaimed, “What else could it be? Can’t you see that your father still cares about Cheyenne? When he heard we were planning to sell the villa,

with him for over a decade, giving birth to a son and a daughter. But in the

glared at her father, noticing how he had become colder towards her since Cheyenne won first

he regretting his decision

too late for him to regret

phone. She glanced down and

she raised a finger to her mother,

Teagan, is there something

voice. Even from a distance, Malaya could hear

up and apologize, or your father won’t spare you if there’s any trouble with