She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 411: Forest

Chapter 411: Forest

Kelvin's face darkened instantly. It seemed like TWILIGHT intended to closely watch Cheyenne. Wasn't it dangerous for her to live alone in the villa?

Old Mr. Edwards was old and frail, Iker had mobility issues, and Benson, being blind, could hardly protect himself.

In short, everyone around her was either old, weak, sick, or disabled.

The best solution now was to have Cheyenne stay at the Foley mansion, where she would have several bodyguards with her, making it safer.

Kelvin's train of thought had shifted from the murder case to TWILIGHT, and finally to her. He didn't even hear clearly what Cheyenne said.

Cheyenne was unaware of Kelvin's thoughts and continued speaking about her own doubts.

"But it doesn't make sense. The autopsy report stated that Jase's time of death was approximately twenty-four hours ago. At that time, we were still at TWILIGHT. How did the killer frame and target me?" Could the killer have planned from the beginning to have her hair?

Frowning, Cheyenne felt her mind was a chaotic mess, with many scattered clues that urgently needed to be connected.

Unconsciously, she reached out and slapped her own head, forcing herself to quickly come up with a breakthrough.

The next moment, a pair of warm, slightly coarse hands covered her small hand, easily gripping her wrist and pulling her soft wrist down.

In a cold voice, he said, "You're not smart enough. Just go to the hospital and see who Jase had contact with before his death."

Cheyenne nodded lightly, realizing the proximity between her and Kelvin, her face stiffened, and she regained her previous expressionless demeanor.

"Let go of your hand," she commanded.

Kelvin had no choice but to release his grip and watched as she raised her long, slender legs and walked towards Gordon. The jealousy in his heart grew stronger.

"Mr. Murillo, may I ask where Jase's body was currently placed? I would like to see it for myself."

This question startled Gordon.

Miss Lawrence, being a weak woman, was bold enough to want to see the body... Most girls would scream in terror at the sight of a dead person.

Later, Gordon understood.

She was not an ordinary woman.

Jase's body was temporarily stored in the hospital morgue. Due to being dead for a while, the body was cold and stiff. In the low temperature environment, the skin had a purplish hue, which looked eerie. However, Cheyenne calmly put on a pair of white rubber gloves and confidently walked in.

She seemed like a brave warrior marching into battle.

Swish.

She partially uncovered the white bedsheet that covered the body, revealing the exposed chest and skin. Her slender hand, clad in gloves, pressed down on his lungs and discovered that it still had some elasticity... which shouldn't be the case.

The fatal wound was a cut near the left atrium, while the rest of the body remained intact. There was only some dirt in the crevices of the fingernails, which likely happened when Jase accidentally got stuck in the rural area.

Kelvin stood outside the door, observing Cheyenne's actions from a distance. Especially when he saw her gaze fixed on Jase's purplish and stiff chest, the cloud on his face never dissipated.

He wished he could replace that lifeless body lying under her hands...

Cheyenne's two fingers returned to his lungs and gently pressed, confirming that there was still elasticity.

"Mr. Murillo, who conducted the autopsy on Jase?" she asked.

"It was me."

A doctor in his early forties walked out from the crowd. He was wearing a white lab coat, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose. He had a gentle and courteous appearance.

He was Gordon's old partner and had been working as a forensic pathologist for ten years, making him an experienced professional.

Cheyenne friendly extended her right hand, still wearing the glove that had just touched the dead body...

She momentarily forgot.

But the other party seemed unfazed and shook her hand, "Hello, Miss Lawrence. Is there any issue with the autopsy report?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Not knowing if it was just an illusion, Yurem Compton felt like the air around them grew colder as he shook hands with Miss Lawrence. He initially thought it was because the morgue doors were open.

But when he inadvertently turned and met Mr. Foley's gaze, Yurem finally understood where that chilling air came from. It was Mr. Foley... terrifying. Did he offend Mr. Foley?

He quickly retracted his hand.

"Mr. Compton, I was wondering if you noticed a soft spot on the abdomen of the deceased while examining the body," Cheyenne questioned.

Yurem was momentarily stunned, then explained, "Miss Lawrence, I did notice. However, the patient had a history of liver tumors, so I believe it was most likely the tumor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheyenne ruthlessly refuted his words, her voice sharp and echoing in the corridor.

"Most likely? Being a doctor means saving lives. The slightest difference between a success and a failure can make all the difference. We should not have words like 'most likely.' Yurem, as a forensic pathologist, you didn't take X-rays or perform an autopsy, so how can you conclude it's a tumor?"

He blushed and stood speechless in place.

"Miss Lawrence, it's because the Chambers family did not allow me to perform an autopsy..."

The Chambers family was a traditional literary family, who believed in a proper burial.

Just as the tension escalated, Juliana, along with Rex and the Terry family, emerged from the staircase at the end of the corridor. The group approached in a swarm.

The moment Juliana saw Cheyenne, her anger exploded, charging angrily towards her, lifting her hand as if to strike.

However, before her hand could reach Cheyenne, another hand intervened, stopping her and pulling her back into his own embrace.

Juliana looked up at the man who suddenly appeared before her, a glimmer in her eyes and a pleased smile on her face.

Her furious voice transformed into a coquettish tone, as if she could switch emotions instantaneously.

"Mr. Foley, what are you doing here?"

The sudden change in attitude was truly impressive... her acting skills were worthy of an Oscar.

She pushed Cheyenne aside and took her place, forcefully trying to make her presence known in front of Kelvin.

Meanwhile, another figure in white hurriedly approached from the other end of the corridor and stood before Cheyenne.

With a concerned gaze, Eddie assessed her from head to toe, his voice gentle as he asked, "Cheyenne, are you alright? Did you get hurt anywhere?"

Eddie's hands landed on her shoulders, his genuine concern bringing a faint warmth to Cheyenne's heart. She gave him a faint smile and shook her head.

"I'm fine."

"That's good," he sighed in relief.

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