She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 550: Buried Alive

Gregory walked back to the jeep to take a rest.

Meanwhile, the tall and glamorous woman, accompanied by her three cronies, began to scout the area for a suitable spot. Coincidentally, it was right next to the mass grave.

She made a gesture with her finger and commanded expressionlessly, "This will do. Dig a hole here."

The three lackeys quickly got to work, taking shovels and sticks from the back seat of the car and started digging the hole.

Jonathan glanced at the chosen "auspicious site" and burst into laughter. "Well, well, look at this spot. It's right on the dragon's tail, which they say symbolizes success and prosperity. Does it mean that the Owen family is about to produce a high-ranking official?"

Layne wasn't well versed in the art of finding hidden energy, but he knew Jonathan was just joking around.

With a flat terrain and no rivers passing through it, how could this place be considered an auspicious site?

Seeing how things had escalated to this point, Layne tried to console Jonathan with a clear conscience.

This was truly an extraordinary occurrence.

"What does it matter to have a high-ranking official? The Owen family's century-old legacy is unmatchable by ordinary individuals."

Jonathan returned the compliment gracefully. "Oh, come on. The Edwards family has prospered since AD 1500; that's the true prestigious family!"

Their mutual compliments irritated the woman, causing her to frown, and she glared at them with cold eyes.

"Shut up, you two old codgers! Enough with the bickering!"

Digging a hole wasn't a difficult task for these three strong and robust young men, so they went about it swiftly.

Soon, a rectangular pit, over a meter deep and approximately 1. 5 meters wide, appeared before the two men's eyes.

One of the lackeys approached, used a knife to cut the ropes binding their wrists, then pressed them on their shoulders, and kicked them into the pit with his foot.

"Ouch!"

in pain, and sat up while rubbing his poor

lot are so uncivilized. Don't

old bones shatter, you can forget

to him. Instead, they walked back to stand respectfully behind the woman, waiting for further instructions. Layne didn't fare any better;

his hand as he lowered his head to take a look... His palm was

of it was buried

promptly pulled his hand back and wiped it on his now-dirty white coat that had lost

deep hole, looking down at the two men, and sternly

and calmly asked in return, "What map? I've drawn so many maps.

works after all. Why didn't you say so earlier?

face, as she personally picked up a shovel, adorned with black lace gloves, and began to toss the dirt around the two men. She sneered while muttering, "Stop playing dumb. I'm talking about the map you took from here twenty-two years ago. Speak up, or be prepared

Layne straightened her posture

cooperate, she tossed the shovel to two men

the top figures in the organization. Menial physical labor like this was not worth her

her hands, she gracefully stepped to

the earth carried a scent of decay and damp leaves as

smell made the two men

their bodies, robbing the surrounding air

sky, where dark clouds were churning. It seemed like it would rain again

the soil would

in such a pitiful

his body, opening his mouth, his voice hoarse and low as he cautioned her, "Do you think killing me here won't be discovered?" "And if you kill me, you'll

woman raised her delicate hand,

"Stop."

"Yes."

knives as she gazed at Layne, her cold voice carrying

that so, old Mr.

still

the public and found someone who bears an eighty percent resemblance to you to