She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: As Long as Cheyenne is Safe

Abbie was dead.

Cheyenne hated her, wishing she could have personally taken revenge on her enemy.

But she never expected Abbie to die in front of her like this.

With her death, all the past grievances and enmity were erased... Cheyenne silently put away her knife.

Subconsciously, she glanced at Kelvin from the corner of her eye, bracing herself, ready to accept any blame he might place on her.

It was indeed because she took Abbie as a hostage that the assassins came.

To her surprise, Kelvin's face showed no expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a faint trace of sorrow between them.

The current situation didn't allow Cheyenne to waste any more time talking to him.

Davon and his men surrounded the two of them, and Cheyenne stood her ground, clenching her fists tightly, preparing herself for a desperate fight.

"Attack!"

People dressed in black robes came at Cheyenne with their weapons, their aggression palpable.

Their movements were so swift that a cool breeze blew across the man's face, snapping him out of his shock from Abbie's death. He gently reminded her from behind.

"Be careful, Cheyenne."

Cheyenne's red dress fluttered fiercely, and her chestnut hair scattered behind her, accentuating her fair, exquisite face with a touch of vibrant color in this tense atmosphere.

Her figure moved like a graceful butterfly, dodging the attacks of the black-clothed figures. She held her knife tightly, the sound of it cutting through the fabric crisp and clear.

Kelvin quickly joined the battle as well. Despite their dwindling stamina, they gradually gained the upper hand.

He supported Cheyenne's waist with both hands and lifted her up. Cheyenne used Kelvin's strength to perform a somersault. Her slender legs locked onto the person behind him.

Her foot kicked the attacker's shoulder, causing the black-clad figure to groan in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder.

Even though they were both under the influence of drugs, Kelvin and Cheyenne fought admirably.

Davon rolled up his sleeves, deciding to intervene personally.

He pulled out a prepared handgun from his waist and aimed it at Cheyenne, issuing his final warning.

"I advise the two of you to surrender obediently, since my men have captured Iker. Why risk your lives for him?"

"Save your breath! You caused a car accident that destroyed my Lamborghini! It's despicable!" Cheyenne angrily retorted.

Her words made the two men's eyes twitch. They fought so desperately to help Iker with his leg, risking their lives by infiltrating TWILIGHT, all for that car?

After the intense fight just now, Cheyenne had expended a lot of energy. If this back-and-forth continued, she might faint before Davon had to make a move.

Quickly thinking in her mind, Cheyenne had discussed strategies with Gordon before coming here.

If she didn't return in time, he would use the location on her phone to find her.

From the time of the banquet until now, a whole night had passed. Gordon should already be on his way to find her.

"It was you who killed Erica, right? You are Aidan!" she suddenly declared.

Davon did not deny it. He clapped his hands and applauded loudly. "Yes, I killed her. That woman attempted to betray me, but I found out first."

He spoke about Erica's death without any expression on his face, his tone light and casual.