She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 374: I Want His Heart

Chapter 374: I Want His Heart

Knowing that she was in a hurry, Kelvin pressed down on her restless shoulders, his warm hands holding her clenched and delicate fists. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Cheyenne, I know you're anxious. Let's assess the situation first."

Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to rescue Jonathan.

Jonathan had witnessed the deaths of the six people in front of him, but he still stood in the middle of the stage, expressionless.

Although he was disheveled, he kept his back straight. His gaze was cold, waiting for the judgment that the executioner would impose on him. His indifferent posture seemed as if he were not the one about to die.

On this stage, they had witnessed many "tough guys," but when the knife was really placed at their necks, even tough guys could turn into the weak.

The executioner in black with a mask continued speaking, "This person attempted to investigate TWILIGHT's Misty Forest, which is a heinous crime."

As the words fell, the audience below the stage became even more uproarious.

Everyone knew that Misty Forest was a distinctive "product" of TWILIGHT, and if its secrets were exposed, TWILIGHT would suffer a significant loss and might even attract catastrophic consequences. They clamored in various ways:

"Burn him alive!"

"Tie him to a cross; he betrayed the true Lord, nail him with spikes into his body!"

"Quarter him!"

Various cruel punishments were suggested, and the waves of voices almost drowned out the executioner's voice.

He raised his hand, and his sleeve slid down, revealing a section of his wrist. The string of rosewood beads on his wrist appeared in Cheyenne's eyes.

She was suddenly stunned.

She seemed to have seen it before.

Yes, she remembered she saw it in the car accident!

She picked up the bead at the scene, and it was the same bead that Eddie encountered during the attack, identical in every detail.

So, what connection existed between Soar Casino and TWILIGHT?

Cheyenne was certain that the person who led the attack on her last time was a young man. However, the voice from the stage sounded like someone around forty, with a slightly plump figure. Different people but possessing the same bracelet.

Perhaps this bracelet, like the tattoo, was a symbol of identity.

"There's a saying: those who live by the sword will die by the sword. Since this old man is a medical practitioner, why don't we use this surgical knife as the instrument of punishment?" As the executioner's words fell, someone quickly approached with a wooden tray. On it lay shining silver surgical knives, sharp as a blade.

The man took one with a narrow and long design, usually used for cutting deep-seated connective tissues.

Cheyenne's gaze fixed on the knife pressed against Mr. Owen's chest. The pure silver alloy blade was sharp enough to easily cut through bones, let alone the softer flesh tissue. Jonathan still wore the white coat when he was arrested. Soon, Cheyenne noticed a red flower blooming on his chest, starkly contrasting against the white fabric.

The relentless voice of the judge echoed through the hall, questioning him, "Tell me, where did you obtain the Misty Forest?"

"If you have the guts, go ahead and kill me," Jonathan's voice sounded weak and lacking energy.

Being confined here for several days without proper food or rest had taken its toll on his body.

Even breathing had become slower, as increased breathing rates led to greater energy consumption.

Cheyenne handed Eddie the vial of Misty Forest that Kelvin had given her. Jonathan had heard about the potency of the substance and decided to assist them in the investigation.

He had known about TWILIGHT's existence ten years ago, but had no idea that Vincent was involved with TWILIGHT. Cheyenne felt deep guilt once again. First, it was Eddie, and now it was Jonathan... There couldn't be a next time! As Jonathan's words trailed off, the surgical knife went in another inch, causing the blood to flow even faster.

The large droplets stained the white coat, creating an incredibly enchanting scene.

The position of the blade was just slightly away from the back of the heart, not immediately dangerous to the heart itself but capable of inflicting immense pain. Killing Jonathan in a second would be as easy as the turn of a hand.

All that was required was a slight deviation of the surgical knife to the left, even just one centimeter, and he would die from massive bleeding of the aorta.

His life hung in the balance of the judge's mood.

Jonathan frowned, his aged face lined with deep wrinkles. But he managed to grit his teeth and endure the first wave of pain.

The judge continued questioning, "You won't answer? Fine, then I'll ask you the next question. If you continue to resist, I will truly kill you!"

Jonathan struggled to open his eyes and let out a soft grunt, "Do as you please, I'll be damned if I beg for mercy!"

"Mr. Owen, I heard that you received a higher education in this country. How can you use such foul language? That is truly uncivilized."

As the voice echoed, the surgical knife in the judge's hand prepared to go deeper.

"I'll ask you one last time, what did you find in the Misty Forest?"

Mr. Owen stuck to his old tune, "I don't know!"

"Heh, you old man, you're a tough nut to crack. Fine, if you won't speak, then I have no choice but to kill you. Once you're dead, the secret will be preserved." Just as the man was about to make his move, Cheyenne suddenly stood up from her seat, her melodious voice ringing out, startling everyone present.

It was as if lightning had struck the calm ground, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat.

"Wait a minute, sir."

All eyes turned towards the source of the interruption, finding a beautiful and seductive woman with a voluptuous figure. Each pair of eyes held different intentions and glimmers of light. Even the masked figure of the black-clad executioner couldn't help but turn his gaze towards Cheyenne, intrigued.

This woman had disrupted their "execution" for the second time tonight.

A trace of doubt emerged in his heart.

"Miss, do you have something to say?" the judge inquired, feigning calmness.

Cheyenne licked her lips, smiling softly, her voice sweet as she continued, "I've heard that each person entering has the right to choose the ingredients they desire. Is that true, sir?"

Taken aback, the man hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yes, that's correct. May I ask what ingredients you need, Miss? If you don't mind, please wait and I can accommodate your request later." Before he could finish his sentence, Cheyenne interrupted him.

"I mind!"

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