She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 617: Someone Tells Me to Take Care of You

The two of them arrived in great style, but now they left in a state of timidity. Benson only calmed down his cold air after seeing Miss Walsh leave. Then he helped Cheyenne back to the room.

Amidst the pitch-black environment, a series of piercing screams echoed through, and a dim yellow light cascaded onto the cobblestone floor from the dense tree shadows. The sight of red bloodstains was harrowing.

Beside the restroom, the magnolia blossoms were in full bloom, and under the pale silver moonlight, petals tumbled from the branches. It was like a tranquil yet desolate scene, resembling the aftermath of a downpour, serene and desolate. However, it was destined to be disappointed; in this world's most wicked and filthy place, its purity and beauty were unappreciated. Its refreshing fragrance was masked by the overwhelming stench.

The disheveled woman sat on the ground, the icy touch penetrating her thin clothes, chilling her to the bone. The cold wind brought a piercing ache.

Lifting her gaze, her once beautiful face was now battered and bruised, with a trace of crimson blood at the corner of her lips.

"Drip..."

It fell on the stone slab.

It also fell on a petal of plum blossom, the contrast of red and white drawing attention. Yet Danielle's eyes were hollow and lifeless, like a stagnant pool, devoid of any ripples.

After a while, a middle-aged man emerged from the restroom, plump like a ball, his face bearing a long scar from his forehead to his cheek, exuding a fierce and menacing aura, reminiscent of a street thug, instilling fear in onlookers.

Several scrawny men followed behind him, grinning as they passed by the woman. The scar-faced man deliberately kicked her with his foot.

With a disdainful gaze, he sneered, "Bitch! You reap what you sow. Enjoying yourself this time?"

wall, shivering from the cold. The previously vacant eyes finally revealed a tinge of fear,

licked his lips, his lecherous gaze fixed on the woman's graceful figure, and insincerely said to the scar-faced man, "Thanks, boss.

Now give me any woman, and I'd still find

tender skin and

a young delinquent, around thirteen or fourteen, scratched

fell, it elicited hearty

man extended his rough, oversized hand and roughly grabbed

brat, for your age, you understand quite a

follow me,

was going to strangle him and instinctively shrunk his neck into his collar.

you." Scarface finally released her, and his tall, obese body squatted in front

this only made the blood from her wounded leg flow faster, rapidly forming a pool of blood

pinched her chin with two fingers, his gaze filled with sympathy as he said, "Here, I'm in charge. If you have some sense, follow me. Maybe then I'll make things easier for

Why are you treating me like this? We have no grievances..." She

arrived here yesterday and

were like a

done something

chin and reminding her in a hoarse and rough

paid me

eyes. 'Cheyenne Lawrence!' sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet

time, please return to your dorm and turn off the lights for sleep, or you'll lose two points!"