She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 462: Abbie's DeathNôvelDrama.Org © content.

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?"

"Quick, catch Cheyenne."

Before the words could fully leave her mouth, Cheyenne took a big step forward, grabbing Abbie's arm and pulling her into her embrace. Her other hand held a knife, pressed against Abbie's neck. S

In just a second, the tables turned.

Cheyenne's threat-filled voice rang in Abbie's ear, her knife drawing nearer, leaving a shallow red mark on Abbie's fair and delicate neck.

Blood began to trickle down.

"Don't want to die, huh? Then tell them to back off!" Cheyenne said with a threatening smile.

Abbie's face turned pale. Her life now solely depended on Cheyenne's whims. She hated herself for being in this situation, knowing that Cheyenne wouldn't hesitate to act.

What should she do? She didn't want to die!

Trembling, Abbie looked at Davon, her voice choked with tears, pleading, "M-Master Davon, I don't want to die. Can you please let them... let them go?" Davon sneered, "Who do you think you are? You can't compare to even one-tenth of Cheyenne's worth. If I let her go, who will compensate me?" "It's fine if you die, but Cheyenne mustn't escape."

As the words fell, Cheyenne didn't expect him to lack team spirit. Abbie may have been part of their group, in a way, yet he casually abandoned her.

Cheyenne tightened her grip on the knife, the blade inching even closer to Abbie's beautiful neck. Abbie, scared and crying, could see her life hanging by a thread. Her tears glistened. "Tsk tsk, listen to this. Is someone like him even worth risking your life for? You're nothing but a disposable pawn in his eyes, far less important than me, a hostage," Cheyenne taunted. "I might as well kill you now. After all, you killed my child, Abbie. You deserve to die!"

Cheyenne's voice grew colder as she mentioned the deceased child. Abbie felt an icy chill crawl up her spine, settling on her shoulders and seeping into her mind. "No... please don't kill me. It wasn't me who killed her. It was... Ah!"

"Bang!"

A bullet flew through the air, hitting. Abbie square on the forehead. Soon, crimson blood trickled down, staining her pale face and dropping onto her white gown, one drop at a time, like amaryllis flowers blooming by the side of the underworld road.

Wide-eyed, Abbie stared in the direction of the window. Cheyenne followed her gaze and saw a speeding yacht on the sea, creating tall waves as it surged forward.

The floor-to-ceiling window

shattered instantly into cracks, with

a small round hole, the size of a

fingernail, perfectly facing her. It

seemed that someone initially

intended to kill her.

For some unknown reason, they changed their mind and killed Abbie first.

Her body lost its support, slowly descending. She coughed up blood, her trembling lips barely managing a waning smile aimed at Kelvin.

A ray of sunlight spilled onto her white skirt through the window, reflecting light that dazzled Kelvin's vision.

Suddenly, memories from many years ago flooded his mind.

His father had brought Abbie before him and said, "Kelvin, from now on, Abbie will be your sister. Take good care of her."

Kelvin's attention snapped back; he realized that the familiar figure before him was gradually becoming transparent and blurry, even her voice sounding distant and hollow.

"Kel... Kelvin, I... love... love you... more than..."

Kelvin stood before her, face filled with mixed emotions.

It was her own stubbornness that harmed her.