She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 645: 99 Roses

"What did you do to her just now?"

Suddenly, Gracie heard a clear voice from the back seat, and the car slowed down.

Glancing at the handsome man sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror, Gracie withdrew her gaze and curved her red lips into a slight smile. "Yes, I intended to hypnotize her to inquire about the map, but I didn't expect her to wake up from my hypnosis."

"Is this the first time?"

"Yes, I have never had such a failure since I started learning."

Master Sam, upon hearing this, seemed to have anticipated it long ago. He laughed nonchalantly and even praised Cheyenne at this moment.

"I told you before, she is unique with amazing intelligence, willpower, abilities... she surpasses ordinary people in every aspect."

Gracie expressed her helplessness, "Master Sam, sarcasm is fine, but if we can't find out the location of the map, our mission will be impossible to complete."

Little did she know that he had no intention of giving up just because they couldn't obtain the map. "No rush, the game is getting more interesting. I'm looking forward to what surprises amnesiac Cheyenne can bring me."

As for the map, if they couldn't get it, it might as well be all given to Cheyenne.

With her intelligence and wit, she would surely be able to find what they were looking for.

After returning to the hotel, Cheyenne immediately went back to her room. Without even changing her clothes, she took out the small box she had obtained from the attic.

Opening it, she found a thin sheepskin map inside.

She slowly unfolded the map. It was different from the maps she had seen before. There were no directional indicators, scale ratios, or ordinary geographical labels she had learned in class.

It only had a winding line, with a peculiar black triangular symbol filled with dotted lines near the line.

flag on the map, resembling both a destination and a starting

twhere did she see his map

of short knocks suddenly interrupted her thoughts. A familiar male voice came from outside the door, hoarse and slightly intoxicated. "Cheyenne, are you

It's Benso.

thinking too much, Cheyenne didn't put the map away on the desktop. Instead, she got up and walked to the

glistening dewdrops, and the deep green

and behind the flowers was the extraordinary handsome

his face as

nothing. I must have accidentally pricked myself

the back of his hand to wipe

That long and perfect hand, with distinct joints, hands suitable for playing musical instruments, was now covered in wounds and bloodstains, with faint

at his hand. The palm of his hand was torn, with rose thorns still embedded in

have been

you do something so foolish? Don't

sounded harsh, as if she were "reprimanding" him,

about the cultivation, packaging, and care of roses. Because he had never done this kind of work before, his

thought of the happy smile on Cheyenne's face when she saw these roses, he didn't feel the pain. On the contrary, he was

was determined to remove all those

ninety-nine roses in

now see Cheyenne's happy and joyful

saw the tears swirling in her eyes,

and the tear fell into his

that the flowers are not beautiful, or you

liked roses,

entrance of a flower shop. She was a little girl, dressed in dirty clothes, squatting there

small white butterfly trembled and landed on the tip of her nose, creating a scene as warm and

moment, her

her face was pure and beautiful, because of the beauty of a

would never