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

uncivilized. Don't

my old bones shatter, you can forget about me

they walked back to stand respectfully behind the woman, waiting for further instructions. Layne

lowered his head to

it was buried in

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

hole, looking down at the two men,

feigning ignorance, staring blankly at the woman, and calmly asked in return, "What map? I've drawn so

want my works after all. Why didn't you

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 muttering, "Stop playing dumb. I'm talking about the map you

straightened her posture and

she tossed the shovel to

the top figures in the organization.

dirt off her hands,

the previous night, and the earth carried a scent of decay and damp leaves

the two men frown and

covered their bodies, robbing the surrounding air bit

at the sky, where dark clouds were churning. It seemed like

the air trapped in the soil would be

perish in

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

Layne's words, the woman raised her delicate hand,

"Stop."

"Yes."

a step forward, her eyes sharp as knives as she gazed at Layne, her

so, old

still

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