She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Blood Pact

Finally, they had passed through the large gate that had trapped them for who knew how long. Cheyenne took a step with her weak legs and felt a bit unsteady while walking...

"Hold on!"

Kelvin promptly supported her shoulder, his deep voice resonating from beneath the mask.

"I... I'm fine," she replied.

Not far from the entrance, there were three men. Two of them were dressed the same as Cheyenne and Kelvin, while the other wore a suit and a mask.

As expected, he must be the person coming to buy ingredients.

One of the black-robed figures complained in a disgruntled voice to the other two, "3467, you guys are so slow. Mr. Alvarez has been waiting."

"Sorry, it took us a while to find the number," Kelvin said as he handed over the black plastic bag in his hand.

After examining the bag, Mr. Alvarez used his hand to weigh it before opening it.

Cheyenne couldn't help but look over and was shocked to her core.

It was half a human hand!

Its fair skin devoid of pores, well-proportioned fingers, and delicate nails... It resembled a pickled chicken claw treated with alum in a factory.

Mr. Alvarez picked up the severed hand and sniffed it, then let out a satisfied smile. "Not bad, no odor... beautiful."

Holy sh*t!

He can't be... planning to eat it, right?

Cheyenne's shocked gaze caught Mr. Alvarez's attention, and he sneered. "I just want to use her fingernails to make a steel pen, that's all."

The other two black-robed figures turned to look and gave a commanding order, "You two can go down now."

"Yes."

A chill ran down Cheyenne's spine. When those two men had looked at her earlier, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Usually, she would have no problem dealing with these few people.

Cheyenne and Kelvin were exhausted and making any more noise could potentially ruin their plan.

To be honest, Cheyenne also startled Kelvin, but fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.

Both of them wore masks and black robes, anxiously searching for an exit like headless flies.

Eventually, they saw an elevator at the end of the corridor. Just as they were about to step inside, they noticed an Executor approaching them, handing them a food box.

He gruffly said, "Go, both of you, take this meal to the third floor."

"Yes," Cheyenne replied as she took the food box.

The figure in the black robe eyed her hand for a second, seemingly contemplating something.

Kelvin sensed something was amiss, and just as the elevator doors opened, he pushed Cheyenne inside and quickly followed. They were concerned that there might be surveillance in the area, so they didn't communicate throughout the entire process.

They arrived at the floor minus three.

It was completely different from the second floor, resembling a prison. Iron doors and walls trapped the area, leaving no way to escape. Each cell contained varying amounts of people.

There were young girls, old men, and even children... As soon as they saw Kelvin and Cheyenne, they would fearfully hide away, afraid that these two were here to capture them.

Cheyenne's gaze quickly scanned the faces of these people, and finally... as she reached the second-to-last room, she saw Jonathan, barely clinging to life.

Her heart couldn't help but ache. Jonathan was already in his sixties, his white lab coat stained dark red with blood. He lay on a small bed, his hair silver, gasping for breath.

The scene was desolate.

Kelvin opened the iron door and secretly squeezed her hand, giving her a hint.