She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505: Iker's Legs

She was here!

The woman charged from behind, her legs clamping around the man's neck, and a backward somersault brought him down to the ground.

In a split second, she descended like an angel, her posture looking both cool and handsome. As the baseball cap fell off, her high ponytail swayed in the air, forming a perfect arc.

Both of them fell to the ground.

Boom!

Gunshots rang out, like thunder on a clear day.

The trajectory of the bullets suddenly changed, heading towards the crowd, causing everyone to duck.

Cheyenne kicked hard at Davon's ankle, her gaze fixed on him, and demanded, "Where are my grandfather and Mr. Owen?"

Davon, after seeing who was pressing him, smirked fearlessly, his chest heaving rapidly. His laughter was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "Your grandpa might as well be the 'ingredient' by now. You could go to the landfill to pick up the pieces and sew them back together for a complete body."

"Shut up!" Enraged, she struck him across the face, knocking out two of his teeth.

Grabbing his collar, she questioned again, "Are you going to talk, or do I need to break your legs, and dig out your eyes?"

Davon's lips twitched slightly. He was aware that others might not do so, but Cheyenne would do what she said.

He coughed before speaking, "I... I'll tell. Your grandpa is... You can go to hell, Cheyenne! You'll never find him, hahaha!"

Davon, pinned down by her, had hidden a knife. While she was focused on getting an answer, he suddenly retaliated, stabbing fiercely at Cheyenne.

"Watch out!"

Iker rushed forward and grabbed Cheyenne's shoulder, pulling her back. At the same time, the blade pierced his arm, and soon... crimson blood flowed down his black sleeve onto the green grass, soaking into the earth.

But he was relieved that she was unharmed.

Gordon reacted the fastest, and with his two men, controlled the frenzied Davon.

"Get him out of here."

This time, they used two pairs of handcuffs. They didn't believe he could break free.

As Davon was being taken away, he glanced back at Cheyenne with a sinister look and left a chilling remark.

"You'd better hope I rot in there forever. Otherwise, you'll end up dead at my hands sooner or later!"

Cheyenne didn't have time to pay attention to him. Failing to learn the exact whereabouts of her grandfather left her feeling despondent and shaken.

Iker covered his arm, stood up, and took a few steps before being engulfed by an embrace from Tanner, the baby-faced lieutenant in a sharp military uniform, his eyes brimming with tears as he held onto Iker, full of concern.

"You okay, Master Iker?"

"Let go of me first! You touched my wound..." He pushed Tanner away with a hint of disdain.

"Ah? I'm... I'm sorry, Master!"

Cheyenne turned to look at them. If it weren't for Iker protecting her just now, she might have been the one in trouble now.

She sincerely thanked Iker, "Thank you just now, Master Iker. I'm sorry for causing you injury."

"It's nothing. It's what I should do."

His firm tone made Cheyenne suddenly widen her beautiful eyes.

"Huh?"

'Could it be... that Master Iker... had feelings for her? Being too beautiful could be troublesome sometimes!'