She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 463: As Long As Cheyenne Is Safe

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 replace her.

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

It seemed, in his words, death was as common as eating and drinking, let alone having any trace of sadness or grief.

Cheyenne had never been so enraged!

These spoiled rich heirs, born with a silver spoon in their mouths, didn't understand the value of life, let alone love!

"You beast! Madam Erica gave birth to your twins! She was the mother of your children!"

Upon hearing this, Davon laughed even more vigorously, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. "A woman is as common as clothes, isn't it? Why should I have any pity for someone who doesn't have a place in my heart? It was just a transaction!"

The woman worthy of Davon, the capitalist, had to be like Emily and Elsa, equally exceptional and of noble birth.

Erica was just an orphan, a foster daughter of the Todd family, slightly higher in status than a servant.

Moreover, Erica tried to have his children without his consent. Wasn't it just an attempt to use the twins as leverage to threaten him in the future?

If it wasn't for his father not allowing him to get rid of the two children, the twins would never have been born.

All of these were trivial stepping stones in the path to success!

After listening to his words, Cheyenne's contempt for this man intensified. "Capitalists are indeed heartless and ruthless. In this regard, you have something in common with someone named Foley." Kelvin's ears twitched, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at her. His eyebrows furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead were clearly visible.

She didn't directly mention who "someone named Foley" was.

But why did Kelvin feel like Cheyenne was indirectly criticizing him? His handsome face darkened, his lips parted slightly, and he muttered under his breath, "It's not the same!"

He would never be as heartless and cold-blooded as Davon, and he would never ask Cheyenne to get rid of their child...

Cheyenne stood closely beside him, and that quiet murmur reached her ears clearly. Her heart skipped a beat.

What... What did he say?

Before she could raise her head to ask, Kelvin suddenly pushed her away with a shove and stood in front of her, facing the black-clad figures alone.

He shouted, "I'll hold them off! Cheyenne, go!"

Bang!

As Iker's thumb pulled the trigger, in the split second the bullet flew out of the barrel, Kelvin pounced forward and locked him from behind, his arm clamping around his neck. Both of them fell to the ground.

The sudden change in their positions caused the bullet to change its trajectory, hitting the floor-to-ceiling window instead.

The window, already fractured like a spider's web, shattered into pieces on the ground.

Sunlight poured in from outside, illuminating the shards of glass, sparkling like diamonds.

Amidst the dazzling starlight, the red dress fluttered, and Cheyenne rushed out the door.

Her slender figure grew distant, framed against the broken window and the exhibition sea beyond, its vibrant colors reflecting in Kelvin's eyes.

He couldn't help but lift his lips, his large hand tightly gripping Davon's neck... The two of them tangled in a fight.

In the end, Kelvin ended up on the losing side, receiving several punches.

Kelvin used both hands to protect his head, gritting his teeth.

As long as Cheyenne was safe, he would be fine no matter what.