She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Cheyenne, I'm Sorry I'm Late

The so-called sea burial ceremony involved the men in black robes dancing around in front of her like crazy gorillas.

Cheyenne didn't appreciate this ritual dance in the least.

In the middle stood a man with a green-faced and fanged mask, solemnly holding an ancient ceramic flute.

Adrian personally held an umbrella for him.

The black umbrella swayed restlessly in the wind, carrying a mournful sound. The eerie and exotic melody slowly flowed into her ears along with the storm.

This melody... she recognized it.

The rain grew heavier, starting from tiny droplets to a downpour, creating a cacophony on the sea surface.

After finishing their ritual dance, the men in black robes, drenched in rain, gasping for breath, took down the wooden raft hanging at the stern.

They untied the ropes on Cheyenne's hands and laid her back down on the small raft, surrounded by colorful flowers.

Her body was soaked by the rain. The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curves.

Her small face, pale from the cold, was adorned with glistening raindrops. Her red lips began to turn pale, inviting pity.

In the final step, the man wearing a green mask approached Cheyenne, bending down on one knee.

He used his cold fingers to dip a bit of red ink and gently dabbed it on her forehead.

This touch of red accentuated the woman's exquisite face, as if a dimming moon.

Cheyenne tightly closed her eyes to prevent raindrops from falling inside. With her lips slightly parted, she said, "If you want to kill me, just do it. Why are you wasting time?"

Master Charlie couldn't help but chuckle, gently helping her tidy up her disheveled hair, "Don't be impatient. Today, you are the most beautiful sacrifice. Does the foolish lamb really want to die so eagerly?"

Cheyenne snorted in response.

The lamb?

Master Charlie underestimated her.

Even if she had to die, she would drag these people down to hell with her, where no one could see. Cheyenne gripped her bracelet.

It contained a locator chip. As soon as she pressed it, a distress signal would be sent, and Gordon would come quickly.

"It's about time. Bring our goddess to the water," he elegantly stood up, and in the end, he smoothed the wrinkles on his robe, giving his final instructions with a faint smile.

"Yes."

The small boat was placed into the water.

As soon as it entered the water, a chilling wave splashed onto her, soaking her body. Her small face wrinkled like a bun, feeling the coldness.