She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Mr. Foley Strikes Again

The air was filled with the scent of blood.

Laughter from the group of devils echoed in her ears.

For a moment, Cheyenne felt overwhelmed, realizing her own insignificance and powerlessness.

Whether it was the little girl who was brutally killed or Jonathan, she couldn't save them...

Kelvin's words gave her a glimmer of determination amidst the confusion, "I understand now."

Seeming to sense her lingering worry about Jonathan, Kelvin hesitated for a few seconds, then grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him.

The back of her cocktail dress revealed smooth skin, pressed against his warm chest.

Feeling the heat, Cheyenne quickly pushed him away. This sudden intimacy caused her face to darken, glaring at him with indignation, and scolding him in a huff.

"What are you doing?"

"Hush, maybe there's another way to save Mr. Owen."

"What way?"

"Come with me."

He said mysteriously, grabbing her hand and leading her away from the floor minus two to the floor minus one. It felt like entering a completely different world.

Similar to most bars on the outside, only the scale was grander, and the lavish decorations hinted at luxury. She glanced casually at the labels on the liquor cabinet - all seemingly priced in five figures.

Young men and women on the dance floor were immersed in the music, twisting their bodies, shaking their heads. The air was infused with an intoxicating atmosphere of excess.

Cheyenne's stunning figure and outrageously long legs quickly caught the attention of many men. A drunken young man with blonde hair approached, his speech slurred.

He reached out to touch Cheyenne's mask.

"Hey babe, with such a hot body, you can't be an ugly duckling. Let me have a look, if you're pretty enough, I'll buy you a drink."

Before the young man's hand could reach Cheyenne, Kelvin stared at him with fierce eyes, and just as he was about to step forward to teach him a lesson, a cry of pain was heard from the young man...

Cheyenne decisively delivered a quick and precise blow to the man's most vulnerable area.

The dancing figures around them all came to a halt, and the male onlookers frowned in empathy.

The sound of gasps filled the air.

Someone muttered, "This girl is really tough!"

Cheyenne was wearing pointed high heels, and the designer had embellished a small piece of metal on the tip.

Kelvin's eyes darkened slightly, his lips twitched. This... left him at a loss.

He finally had a chance to play the hero and save the beauty.

But the beauty had resolved the situation, making him seem unnecessary here.

The young man, writhing in pain after being kicked, glared fiercely at the two in front of him. "You shamelessly attacked me. If you have the guts, let's fight fair and square."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheyenne mercilessly stomped on his chest, grinding her heel down with force.

The angle of her tilt accentuated her slender legs and graceful figure.

Her playful laughter sent chills down everyone's spines. Cheyenne looked at the young man with disdain, her eyes coldly fixed on his crotch.

In a cool and composed voice, she said, "So small, only seven centimeters? And you have the audacity to come and hit on me. Have you seen the guy next to me?"

"His is eighteen centimeters."