She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 471: Preparing For The Sacrifice

Chapter 471: Preparing for the Sacrifice

The next day, as the faint light of dawn illuminated the sky, Cheyenne's door was forcefully kicked open from the outside. Startled from her sleep, she groggily sat up, her calm gaze meeting the two masked men dressed in black robes.

Suddenly, a white cloth was thrown at her, landing on Cheyenne's face, accompanied by a chilling voice resounding throughout the room. "Change your clothes and come out immediately."

After uttering these words, the two men left the room, leaving Cheyenne behind. She blinked for a moment, then extended a finger to pick up the white garment, scoffing with disdain.

Outside, the sky did not grow brighter with the passing of time. It remained enveloped in a haze, as black clouds slowly gathered together, forming a blanket that seemed to press down upon the sea. In this gloom, Cheyenne became the sole spot of purity within this realm, captivating all who beheld her.

Wearing an ordinary white dress, she exuded a graceful aura. Her elegant swan-like neck and delicate collarbones formed a soft and alluring curve. She walked gracefully, every move exuding natural elegance that pleased the eyes.

But alas, this lovely maiden was to be thrown into the sea today to become shark food... Adrian stood beside the men in black robes, his eyes fixated upon her.

The man with the mask adorned with blue fangs openly expressed his admiration for Cheyenne. With well-defined joints, his large hand clapped as he uttered in a deep voice, "Miss Lawrence, the Lord of the Sea will surely be pleased as you're such a beautiful sacrifice. Bring her aboard the ship!"

Sacrifice? What were they planning to do?

As Cheyenne pondered a way to escape in her mind, she wondered what Kelvin and Gordon were doing at this moment.

Lost in thought, she was interrupted by the approach of the man's subordinates who attempted to restrain her shoulders. But before their hands could touch Cheyenne, she swiftly rebuked them with a stern tone, "Don't touch me. I can walk on my own!"

The two men exchanged a glance, their steps faltering as they stood frozen in place. They simply watched as the figure in white walked past, head her held high, displaying neither arrogance nor subservience. The sea mirrored the color of the sky, a dark ink hue that emphasized the vastness and depth of the ocean. The black water surged, billowing white foam as it repeatedly crashed against the shore. A white two- story passenger ship rested by the shore..

Cheyenne was bound to the mast on the deck. As a gust of wind swept by, her white dress fluttered and rustled in mid-air. Her long, chestnut hair slightly disheveled.

Suddenly, a white seagull flew in from the distance, swiftly maneuvering through the strong winds, skimming above the surface of the sea. It flew with incredible speed, emitting a clear and melodious cry. Cheyenne raised her fair and delicate chin, calmly watching as the seagull gradually flew away.

The raindrops, as large as beans, sporadically fell on her face and eyes. Her dense, long eyelashes struggled under the weight, causing her to involuntarily blink.

The wind blowing across the sea surface was cold, howling as it assaulted her. Cheyenne's entire body was soaked by the raindrops, shivering from the cold.

From the second floor of the ship, the man with the mask adorned with blue fangs offered Cheyenne the last chance. His magnetic voice reached her ears once more. "I don't want to kill beauties like Miss Lawrence. But you've repeatedly disrupted my plans and refused to cooperate with TWILIGHT."

His compassionate gaze turned towards her. Cheyenne clenched her teeth and snorted, "Cooperate? I am human. How could I stoop to the level of animals? Come and talk about cooperation when you can act like a decent person."

The henchmen behind the man were not happy. One of them raised his whip, ready to strike her.

"You! How dare you insult Master Charlie? You're seeking death."

"Stop!"

With a shout of anger from the man, he stopped his henchmen.

The whip fell empty, hitting the deck with a loud thud, leaving a deep mark on the wooden surface and splashing countless droplets of water.

The stopped henchman awkwardly stepped back, not understanding why Master Charlie stopped him.

Adrian glanced thoughtfully at Master Charlie, whispering, "Master Charlie, are you interested in my grandniece?"

Silent for a second, Master Charlie responded coolly, "Adrian, you're overthinking things. I know exactly what I want."

"Good."

He truly feared that Master Charlie would be charmed by Cheyenne, this cunning girl.

Then, turning his head, he loudly addressed Cheyenne, "Grandniece, a typhoon is about to come. You should know how terrifying typhoons in Akloit are."

Every year, there were news reports of houses being blown away, even towering trees being uprooted.

Not to mention this small sightseeing boat.

When the fierce winds and torrential rain come, this patched-up boat will sink along with it.

Cheyenne would sink into the sea, torn apart by the storm.

Even if she miraculously escaped from the boat, she would be powerless against the storm.

Moreover, in such terrible weather, the lack of oxygen in the water would cause fish to float to the surface to breathe.

Among them, there were no shortage of large carnivorous fish - sharks.

According to surveys, there were over thirty fierce great white sharks inhabiting these waters. Once they smell blood, they would swarm towards it.

"I'll give you some time to think. If you still refuse to reveal the final level of Thirteen Needles by three o'clock, I'll throw you into this water to feed the fish!"

Cheyenne glanced indifferently at the sea and indeed saw triangular fins appearing not far away - the dorsal fins of sharks.

She discreetly took a deep breath of the damp and heavy air, filled with the salty scent of the sea, making one extremely uncomfortable.

Cheyenne's attitude remained unchanged. "Granduncle, don't delude yourself. Even if I remember, I won't tell you."

Frustrated by her unwavering stance, Adrian almost crushed the glass in his hand.

"Damn it! Since you stubbornly refused to cooperate, you gotta pay for it!"

"Master Charlie, shall we proceed with the sea burial ceremony?"

"Yes."