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

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

It's Benso.

didn't put the map away on the desktop. Instead, she got up and walked to the door, opening

dewdrops, and the deep green leaves indicated that they

the flowers was the extraordinary handsome face with

and her slender fingers lightly touched his face

accidentally pricked myself with a rose

casually using the back of his hand

Cheyenne's gaze froze on his hand. That long and perfect hand, with distinct joints, hands suitable for playing musical instruments, was now covered in wounds and bloodstains, with faint traces

reddened, staring at his hand. The palm of his hand was torn, with rose thorns

have been

something so foolish? Don't you know how

Cheyenne's voice sounded harsh, as if she were "reprimanding" him, Benson

the cultivation, packaging, and care of roses. Because he had never done this kind of work before, his first attempt was tortuous and time-consuming. He kept-getting pricked

thought of the happy smile on Cheyenne's face when she saw these roses, he

was determined to

ninety-nine roses in front of

Cheyenne's happy and

his head and saw the tears swirling in her eyes, he suddenly panicked. He nervously

it, and the tear

cry. What's wrong? Is it that the

remembered that Cheyenne liked roses, especially

entrance of a flower shop. She was a little girl, dressed in

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

moment, her

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

never forget