She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 661: Give This to Cheyenne

Old Mr. Edwards watched as the knife narrowly missed him and grazed his beard, leaving a cut on the wall. He was so frightened that he didn't even know where to put his hands, his eyes rolling in panic as he looked at the knife beside his head, embedded in the wall. If he had been a bit slower, he might not have survived this moment. The girl's aiming was impressive, but he had no desire to praise her at the moment.

Chris looked apologetically at old Mr. Edwards and quickly removed the knife with a trembling voice. "Old Mr. Edwards, what are you doing here?"

Layne's gaze fell on the "mummy" on his back, and he gasped in disbelief. "Is that Kelvin? How did he end up here, looking like this?"

Chris nodded, tears glistening in his eyes, his voice choked with emotion. "Yes, after your disappearance, Old Mr. Edwards, a lot has happened. Mr. Foley, in order to protect Miss Lawrence, fell into an enemy trap and ended up like this in an explosion."

To protect Cheyenne? Layne's initial hint of schadenfreude immediately turned into guilt. He became even more concerned about Cheyenne's safety and hurriedly asked, "And how is Cheyenne doing?" Spider finally understood what was going on and sweat trickled down her forehead. She had nearly killed Cheyenne's grandfather. This heightened alertness was truly damning.

"Miss Lawrence is also in Onistead, but..." Spider paused abruptly, leaving Layne on edge, filled with anxiety. "But it seems like she has amnesia."

"Amnesia?" Layne was initially shocked but then calmed down, patting his chest in great relief. "That's alright, as long as she's not dead, missing limbs, or half-dead like your CEO." Spider: "..."

Chris's tears still lingered in his eyes, and his lips twitched as he listened.

"What are you all doing over there?" Suddenly, a loud angry shout came from behind them. "Someone's coming, you need to leave."

Layne quickly pulled up his mask, urging the two to leave urgently. "Follow me, this way."

Having stayed here for so many months, he knew every nook and cranny of this place. Layne led them to evade the surveillance, successfully diverting their attention by pretending to move equipment. Eventually, they arrived in a sealed laboratory where he miraculously pulled out a key from his pocket and handed it to Spider. "Walk out of this door. Keep going left, where the Wind Hall members are. This is the key."

Wind Hall! Chris looked at old Mr. Edwards in shock; he never expected him to be so mysterious.

"Alright, old Mr. Edwards, aren't you coming with us?" Upon hearing this, Layne shook his head and handed them a slender, transparent glass test tube containing beautiful blue liquid.

"What's this?"

time to explain further. He simply gave them a brief verbal instruction. "Just remember to give this to Cheyenne and tell her it's very important, although it's only a half-finished product." Originally,

Jonathan is still here. If I leave, leaving that old man all alone here to suffer, I'm afraid he'll break

Mr. Edwards

seeing his determined

them might not be able

Edwards, come with us! Miss Lawrence has been looking

hesitated for a moment, but in the

eyes turned red, with resolve in his heart, he pushed the two into

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"Then we'll leave first."

the mini pistol hidden at his waist, leaving it

"Let's go!"

the ground, shedding a single tear. He's worried

people haven't found this place yet, Layne regained his spirits, picking up things from the lab and pretending to be

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