She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Abbie's Death

Just as Davon was about to open his mouth to shout, a silver needle came whizzing through the air and accurately pierced his throat. Instantly, his voice seemed to be silenced, as if absorbed by a sound suppressor.

She was precise in her actions. The acupoint she targeted sealed his voice without causing any fatal bleeding. Thankfully, she had habitually tied a row of silver needles and carried a small knife on her thigh when she came to attend the banquet.

Having regained her freedom, Cheyenne casually lifted her skirt, revealing a captivating glimpse of her fair and slender thigh to Kelvin - an alluring sight. She took out the knife, biting the scabbard with her mouth and holding the knife handle in her other hand. With a gentle swipe, she cut the velveteen string on Kelvin's wrist.

The rope snapped.

This knife was different from ordinary knives. It was forged entirely from steel and had undergone intense forging with high-temperature flames. Its sharpness could be described as effortlessly cutting through iron like mud.

She sheathed the knife and elegantly waved her hand, saying, "Alright, Mr. Foley, I have other matters to attend to. You can stay where you find it comfortable."

After speaking, she lifted her foot, preparing to leave.

As soon as Kelvin regained the use of his hands, he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the petite woman into his embrace. With a husky and magnetic voice, he whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her fair neck.

Soon, her cheeks turned red.

"Cheyenne, Master Iker might be in danger. Let me protect you by your side," Kelvin said, his intense gaze fixed on the right side of Cheyenne's face. Lowering his head, he covered it with his own lips.

He licked it.

The exact same spot as Davon!

Startled and furious, Cheyenne turned her head around to glare at him and unhesitatingly delivered a slap to his face. "Are you a beast?" she questioned.

Kelvin remained calm even after being slapped. With a faint smile playing on his lips, he replied in a leisurely manner, "I just wanted to disinfect you."

Was he saying that Davon's mouth was dirty?

Cheyenne understood his meaning but still gave him a fierce look. She raised her hand and vigorously wiped her cheek with her sleeve.

Her skin was delicate, so the rough action quickly made her cheeks turn red.

"If you dare take advantage of me again, I won't show mercy." she threatened.

Kelvin's lips twitched as he stood there, stunned, for several seconds.

She's fierce! But she's also so cute!

Davon, lying on the ground like a dead fish, was rendered speechless.

As the two of them walked out of the door, they bumped into three men wearing black robes, each wielding a weapon. It was clear that they were about to take over the shift.

Cheyenne was instantly dumbfounded. How could there be more people?

Both she and Kelvin had been drugged, leaving them physically weakened. How were they supposed to fight against three strong men?

If it were under normal circumstances, she could handle it on her own.

"Capture them quickly!"

In the room behind them, Davon regained his strength. The needle Cheyenne had stabbed into his neck could only paralyze him for about ten minutes. Now that Davon had regained consciousness, their opponents became four...

The odds were even slimmer.

"What should we do?" Cheyenne asked, tilting her head towards the man next to her. Just then, Abbie came running in from outside, panicked and shouting.

"How did they escape?"