She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Set a Fire

The rule was that if the mission failed, one had to commit suicide as an apology. This time, the master showed mercy and spared Aidan's life, which was unexpected.

The old man didn't show much emotion when he heard the news. But when he brought up another matter, a hint of anger crept into his voice.

"Did she notice anything suspicious?"

"Well..." Mr. King didn't dare answer. He wasn't on site and wasn't sure what that woman had discovered.

"She probably didn't. Aidan never leaves any evidence behind. Just let him stay in the hospital for now and not go anywhere else."

The reply was unsatisfactory but at least Uncle wasn't as angry anymore.

Outside the door, Cheyenne held a tray and listened intently to what was being said inside. She couldn't hear everything clearly but caught snippets like "Uncle", "Aidan", and "drug trial".

What did it all mean? What were they researching?

Her intuition told her that this wasn't good news at all. However, just as she leaned closer to listen better, the guards on the second floor staircase noticed her presence.

"Damn it! Who let her in?"

"Get her!"

Cheyenne turned back, shooting an angry glare at them. It was always the worst time for interruptions. She sighed in annoyance, picked up the wine bottle from the tray, and swung it forcefully. The exquisite Bordeaux wine, worth ten thousand dollars a bottle, was wasted.

The pursuing bodyguards chased after Cheyenne, but she moved like a slippery eel. With a graceful leap, she jumped over the railing, plummeting from the third floor, a drop of at least thirty feet.

Her movements were fluid and precise, her outstretched arms resembling a dancing swan, a sight too beautiful to look away from.

"Wow!"

A chorus of astonished gasps filled the hall.

Cheyenne spotted the railing on the second-floor balcony and, in the midst of her rapid descent, seized it. In mid-air, she performed a 360-degree spin, using the power of her arms and the momentum of her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first floor.

Her body swung outward, and as she landed, she gracefully knelt on one knee, landing securely on a table in the lobby, unscathed.

Reece had already run to the exit on the first floor, his wig falling off as he ran. The two large falsies stuffed in his chest were used to hit people.

High heels weren't convenient for running, but they became his weapon.

At this moment, the strap of the red dress broke, revealing his strong shoulders.

With messy hair, he appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely and barefoot.

This image was far from that of a delicate lady just now. If it weren't for the situation being wrong, Cheyenne would really laugh at it.

She snapped her fingers at him.

Reece suddenly understood and quickly took out a lighter from his bag.

"Take it!" he shouted loudly.