She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Not Everyone Has That Fortune

She stood with her back to the approaching person, unable to see his or her actions, but her years of honed sensitivity made her sense a gradually approaching danger.

Slightly turning her head, she caught a glimpse of a stranger in black standing behind her in the dressing table mirror, steadily drawing closer.

Sunlight from outside shone on the short knife, reflecting off the mirror and into Cheyenne's eyes, causing a piercing silver glare.

Just as the person was about to strike while she was off guard, Cheyenne suddenly turned her head to stare coldly, and her voice sounded like an icy abyss in the room.

The person's heart pounded in fear.

"Do you need something?"

It was the maid who had guided her upstairs earlier, her ordinary face pale, wearing a stiff professional smile.

"Miss Lawrence, this is Madam Erica's room. What are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, Cheyenne replied forcefully, "Master Lewis asked me to bring him here."

The little one lifted his delicate face at just the right moment, reached out to hold onto Cheyenne's neck, bobbing his head cutely, his voice with a hint of crying.

"I miss Mommy... Fairy sister."

"Okay, okay, don't cry. I'll take you outside to see her."

Cheyenne picked up Master Lewis and the black box and walked past the maid without any trace of guilt, leaving with a show of confidence.

As they brushed past each other, Cheyenne glanced suspiciously at her, while the maid kept one hand behind her back and made way for her.

Everything appeared normal.

After Cheyenne left, the maid carefully examined the room again, finding everything untouched except for the iron box.

What was in that box?

Back in the memorial hall, the spacious and luxurious hall became somewhat crowded with Gordon's arrival.

"Miss Lawrence, you came so quickly. I wanted to go pick you up myself."

At the moment he saw Cheyenne, his deep eyes lit up with an astonishing brightness, and the cold aura around him unconsciously softened.

Kelvin immediately noticed such an obvious change.

Recalling the chat records he saw on Cheyenne's phone earlier, he darkened his face and stepped forward to block Gordon's gaze.

"As Mr. Murillo is here, you should first mourn Madam Erica's death." Kelvin's tone sounded particularly unkind, puzzling Gordon as to where he had offended the former.

But it was only right to mourn Madam Erica, so he went towards her portrait first.

When he returned, he saw Kelvin standing next to Cheyenne, as if he were her personal bodyguard.

Cheyenne was busy talking to Iker and hadn't noticed when Kelvin had walked up to her.

"What's this?"

Iker's gaze fell on the black box in her hand. The cardboard box looked aged, adorned with a deep red ribbon, and in the center was a dried rose.

"This is her diary, and it's also a gift she wanted to give you. Take it."

Cheyenne handed over the box of paper cranes. Erica had wanted to give these paper cranes to Iker, but she died before she had the chance to present them to him.