She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Devil Among Humans

As Cheyenne and the young girl locked eyes, the girl pleaded silently with her gaze. Was she seeking help from Cheyenne?

Cheyenne gasped silently, biting her luscious red lip as she glanced at the other iron cages nearby. She realized that it wasn't just the young girl locked in there. The cages held not only middle-aged men in professional attire and young women stripped of their clothes, but also children as young as seven or eight years old and elderly people with grey hair.

Some were still alive, while others had perished.

The underground floor seemed unattended. Only a few people came in, roughly estimated to be around thirty. They wore masks and had an air of elegance, chatting and taking their seats.

Cheyenne found a relatively inconspicuous spot near the center and sat down. Two men in front of her were engaged in a cheerful conversation.

One of them said, "I still need one more ingredient. I'll come by tonight to search for it. I wonder if I can find a good one."

"Tonight is the thirteenth, the day of judgment. There will definitely be satisfying ingredients available. By the way, I wasn't satisfied with the previous one I bought. When the next trader comes, I'll sell her and exchange her for a different type," the other person replied.

"I had my eye on a girl last time. Her hands were quite nice, but unfortunately, she was afflicted by the Misty Forest. If I buy her and she dies right away, her skin will shrivel up and become stiff. It won't be pretty."

When the two men mentioned "Misty Forest," Cheyenne's eyes brightened. She reached out and patted the shoulder of one of the men. He turned his head, sniffed the air greedily, and stared at Cheyenne's neck, captivated by her intoxicating scent.

"Hello there. Miss, are you looking for me?" he said.

Cheyenne endured his rudeness and curved her luscious lips, her voice dripping with charm. She inquired, "Yes, sir. You mentioned Misty Forest earlier, and I would like to purchase it. May I ask who I should approach?"

The man seemed enchanted by her coquettish voice, his gaze fixated on the fair skin of her neck. "Misty Forest... It's not for sale. It's one of TWILIGHT's three flagship items. Miss, are you here looking for ingredients? How about trying something else?"

What were they referring to as "ingredients"?

Cheyenne was curious but dared not reveal her true intentions. She lightly nodded her chin, her tone cool and leisurely. "Yes, I am here for ingredients."

As she spoke, she retrieved a box of cigarettes from her bag and offered it to the two men in front of her, extending a friendly gesture. However, they refused, stating that smoking was prohibited on judgment day.

Momentarily taken aback, she retrieved the cigarettes apologetically, quietly waiting for the arrival of the "judgment" they mentioned.

Just as the clock struck seven, the entrance to floor minus two began to close slowly. Just as the imposing iron door was about to shut completely, a familiar and magnetic voice came from outside.

"Wait a minute."

Cheyenne's mind buzzed with anticipation...

Was it him?

As she turned around, she saw a tall and imposing figure, dressed in a three-piece tailored black suit. His legs were long and muscular, exuding an air of confidence, with a chilling aura surrounding them.

What a coincidence.

He also wore a fox mask, though his was silver-gray, matching the color of her dress, unlike Cheyenne's red one.