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!"

pain, and sat up while

careful! You lot are so uncivilized. Don't you know how to respect

my old bones shatter, you can forget about me revealing any secrets to

black-clad person paid no attention to him. Instead, they walked back to stand respectfully behind the woman, waiting for further instructions. Layne didn't fare any better; even his

head to take

it was buried in the

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

the edge of the deep hole, looking down at the

chose to continue feigning ignorance, staring blankly at the woman, and calmly asked in return, "What map? I've drawn so many maps. I have no idea

you

appeared on the woman's beautiful 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

her posture

was unwilling to cooperate, she tossed the shovel to two men in black and

in the organization. Menial physical labor like this was

hands,

night, and the earth carried a scent

two

covered their bodies, robbing

the sky, where dark clouds were churning. It seemed

rain, the air trapped in the soil

couldn't perish in such a

struggled to move his body, opening his mouth, his voice hoarse and low as he cautioned her, "Do you think

woman raised her delicate hand,

"Stop."

"Yes."

eyes sharp as knives as she gazed at Layne, her cold voice

so, old

you still don't

an eighty