She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 466: Being Too Pretty

Chapter 466: Being Too Pretty

Cheyenne smiled lightly at the two men, helpless as she spread her fair hand.

As soon as she arrived here, she saw Master Iker in imminent danger, so she had to jump off and let Gordon go and save him.

But she didn't expect that as soon as she turned around, a gun was pressed against the back of her head.

Now it seemed difficult for her to escape.

Gordon took a deep breath, one foot on the ground, gripping the handlebar of the motorcycle with a palm that was moist and covered in fine sweat.

"What should we do? Miss Lawrence is being held hostage now..."

"It's all my fault."

Iker also clenched his fists, his veins bulging on the back of his hands, and he looked at the three men with a fierce gaze, sternly rebuking, "The person you want to deal with is me. Let her go, and I'll go with you."

The leader of the black-robed men seemed to have gone crazy. He clapped his hands and a hoarse and rough laughter sounded from under his mask.

"I think we don't need to anymore. Master Iker's legs seem to have healed. I am more curious about Cheyenne now. Take her away!"

As soon as the words fell, they stuffed Cheyenne into the car, and the van quickly drove onto the Sakura Bridge, disappearing into another exit.

As the van left, Chris arrived with Kelvin.

The car door opened, and they hurriedly ran up to the two, his deep-set eyes scanning the surroundings anxiously as they anxiously asked, "Where's Cheyenne?"

Iker didn't answer him.

A moment of silence.

The expressions on the two men's faces made Kelvin instinctively feel that something was wrong... He had felt a sense of oppression in his chest and was restless on the way here.

Gordon shamefully lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foley. It's my fault for not taking care of Miss Lawrence... She, she was taken by the people from TWILIGHT."

Before he could finish speaking, Kelvin angrily grabbed his collar, restraining his immense anger and refraining from punching him in the face.

"What did you say? Do you know how crazy the people from TWILIGHT are? If Cheyenne, a woman, falls into their hands, what kind of fate will she face!"

At this moment, images Kelvin had seen at TWILIGHT flashed through his mind.

Foreign girls with their eyeballs gouged out, young girls strangled to death, elderly people with their scalps torn off... He couldn't even imagine Cheyenne being subjected to such cruelty. He would go insane!

Gordon had some information about TWILIGHT and heard stories from victims who had managed to escape from TWILIGHT.

Their bodies were undoubtedly covered in injuries!

Those shocking wounds represented the suffocating experiences they had endured.

Gordon's face changed slightly, turning paler.

He respectfully bowed to Kelvin. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foley. I will quickly contact the people in the police station to replace TWILIGHT's location and rescue Miss Lawrence."

But Gordon was interrupted again. "No need, I know TWILIGHT's location!"

After Kelvin finished speaking, regardless of the two men still being in a daze, he walked back to the luxury car in big strides and instructed Chris to drive.

The Sakura Bridge that had just caused such a stir quickly regained its calmness, and the onlookers gradually dispersed... The air was still filled with the smell of burnt remains. The collapsed bridge stood in the wind.

Journalists who received the news finally arrived at the scene after much delay, only to replace that everyone was gone.

TWILIGHT.

Faint music could be heard from upstairs, amidst the cacophony of voices mingled the sound of shoes and their friction against the floor.

"Master Charlie, you're here."

"Hmm."

The man's deep voice resonated in Cheyenne's ears, followed by a slight pain on her chin.

Her chin was held by the man, his grip not tight, but the touch of his icy cold fingers against her skin sent a chilling sensation through her body.

"Who are you?"

Her eyes were covered by a black cloth bag, concealing her bright and twinkling almond-shaped eyes. Even so, it accentuated her fair and radiant complexion.

The man standing in front of her wore a black robe, different from the others present. His collar had a red line, and there were intricate gold patterns on his chest, exuding an understated yet luxurious appeal.

His face was adorned with a blue demon mask, only those shining blue eyes leaving a lasting impression.

If Cheyenne could see, she would surely be astounded by those eyes... blue, vast, and profound like the sea, as beautiful as a priceless sapphire.

"You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that you've offended the wrong person."

The man leaned in, lowering his voice gently into her ear, his breath warm, "Do you want to know your crime?"

Cheyenne remained unusually calm, even teasing him with a playful smile, "My crime must be because I'm too beautiful, hence arousing the jealousy of the heavens."

Her pearly white teeth formed a neat row, her smile radiant even in this dark environment, leaving the man momentarily stunned.

A flash of blue surged, he turned his back to the crowd, silently smiling.

"You're quite interesting. So, what should I do? I'm starting to hesitate about killing you."

"Then don't kill me. I can fight, I've won black belt competitions, I smoke, I gamble. I can be your henchman, you won't lose out."

The more the man listened, the more amused he became. Was she sincerely offering to join TWILIGHT?

Regardless of whether she meant it or not, one thing was clear... she must not be spared!

With this thought, the fingers grazing her cheek exerted a little more pressure, as if hesitating.

"What's your decision?" Cheyenne asked, trying to please.

Without warning, the man let go of her chin, his voice indifferent as he rejected her offer, "Not a good idea. My TWILIGHT doesn't need any more help, but money is in short supply."

Pausing for a brief moment, the man crossed his arms in front of her, announcing his decision after careful consideration, "I'll just kill you after all!"

Now it was Cheyenne's turn to be speechless. She pouted with a touch of grievance, her lip quivering slightly, "Why? And are you sure you don't want an exceptional partner and subordinate like me?" He already had his mind set on killing Cheyenne himself.

"Miss Lawrence, do you still remember how you burned down Soar Casino not long ago, causing me a loss of over 200 million and leading to the death of my four men? And recently, you made a scene at my TWILIGHT, breaking a window."

"Oh, and your life alone is worth 1.8 billion."

"How about I kill you first to reclaim the losses and then cut off your head for that 1. 8 billion? The 200 million in losses... let's see if Master Iker is willing to pay for your corpse."

"If not, according to TWILIGHT's rules, abandoned 'ingredients' are dumped at the desolate burial ground, left for stray dogs to feast on."

As he finished speaking, images of an abandoned burial ground behind a ruined building filled Cheyenne's mind...

Her smile gradually faded away.