She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 467: Granduncle

Seeing her speechless for a while, the man felt a small sense of victory. 'Finally afraid now, aren't you?'

He continued to announce Cheyenne's "crimes".

"Cheyenne, female, twenty-one years old, your sin is pride!"Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Someone like you, who puts yourself above everything and disregards the organization's rules, even God wouldn't tolerate it."

Arrogance?

She sarcastically sneered, "Pride is the first of the seven deadly sins. In the Bible, pride represents a challenge to God. Is TWILIGHT afraid of a weak woman like me?"

And the famous devil Satan's first sin was also pride, challenging the authority of God, which is absolutely not allowed.

"Now that you know, Miss Lawrence, and you're still so arrogant, then let's hear what your punishment will be! According to TWILIGHT's rules, Miss Lawrence shall receive... the Sea Burial!"

The history of the sea burial is very ancient. It originated from the Nordic pirates. At sunset, the body is placed on a small boat and thrown into the sea to sink.

After hearing his verdict, Cheyenne was relieved that at least she still had a "complete corpse".

Suddenly, a familiar and elderly voice came from the entrance, startling Cheyenne. She turned her head and looked.

It was pitch black.

She couldn't see anything.

Oh right, she had forgotten that her eyes were covered by a cloth.

"Hold on, Master Charlie. She can't die yet. There is something more important that I want to ask her," said the white-haired old man, hurriedly walking over and intervening, exchanging a brief glance with the

man.

Behind his mask, the man furrowed his brows and Cheyenne could tell that he was not entirely pleased with the old man opposing his decision.

"Mr. King, you must give me a reason not to kill her," he said. Cheyenne represented a loss of two billion!

He wanted to hear what Mr. King had to say.

Mr. King! The old man standing in front of him was the gut she and Iker had been searching for.

He could only hear this "Mr. King" reply with a cold smirk, "Cheyenne cured Iker's leg. She must know what the final level of the Thirteen Needles is. That's why she can't die just yet!" Upon hearing this, the man in the mask also froze for a few seconds.

Cheyenne healed Iker's leg!

How was that possible?

She was just a twenty-one-year-old young girl, and Iker's leg was not only necrotic but also affected by the Serpent Magic.

Even regular doctors wouldn't know that Iker was poisoned, let alone be able to heal him.

Cheyenne had truly surprised him.

Suddenly, he no longer wanted to kill her. There were very few women who were as intelligent, beautiful, talented, and independent as her.

Even the so-called noble ladies of the prestigious families in Onistead were not as interesting as her.

Behind their ladylike appearances, they were all rigid and calculating souls.

Before leaving, the man in the mask specifically instructed Mr. King, walking out of the room with his hands behind his back.

"Alright, I'll temporarily leave her to you. Remember, don't do anything to hurt her. I've changed my mind now."

When given this command, the old man seemed to be in awe, respectfully watching him leave.

"Master Charlie, rest assured, my only goal is the Thirteen Needles... until I obtain that thing, I won't trouble Cheyenne."

"Mm."

The masked man had indeed left... His footsteps grew fainter and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, the blindfold tied around

her eyes, a black cloth, was removed. Standing in front of her was "Mr. King," also dressed in a black robe with a wide brim hat that covered most of his face.

Cheyenne squinted her eyes, trying to adapt to the blinding light, and focused on the old man standing before her.

This figure... She felt like she had seen him somewhere before!

Fleeting images flashed through her mind. Cheyenne had a sudden realization, and her lips parted with a smile mingled with a hint of disgust.

"Granduncle, it's really you!"

Mr. King trembled slightly, seemingly surprised that Cheyenne had figured out his identity. He didn't deny it and slowly removed his hat, revealing a familiar face with white hair. Indeed, it was Granduncle Adrian.

"Why?" Cheyenne angrily questioned. As a member of the Edwards family, even if Granduncle had once betrayed Grandfather, he should still prioritize the family's interests.

The medical skills of the Edwards

family were intended to help others, not to be used for wrongdoing! What kind of entity was TWILIGHT? Cheyenne believed that Granduncle must be aware of it... So why would he associate himself with TWILIGHT and their unscrupulous activities?

Hearing his niece's furious questioning, Adrian casually stroked his graying beard and chuckled contemptuously.

"You're still too young, my dear

niece. You have no understanding of

the dangerous aspects of society.

Why do you ask? When I was on the

run for twenty years, do you know what kind of life I led?"

He closed his eyes, lost in nostalgic memories. A pained expression appeared on his face.

"I felt like I was living in hell every single day!"

During his first year of exile, the Edwards family pursued him tirelessly all over the world. He couldn't use his medical skills to earn a living, but acupuncture was the only skill he possessed.

He worked in the mines in Metshire, experiencing an explosion and brushing against death in the dark underground.

Even when he tried to start anew in a foreign country and married a woman twenty years his junior, they had a son, who tragically developed a rare form of leukemia.

His acquired knowledge couldn't save his child, and Adrian was so destitute that he couldn't even afford the hospital expenses.

His wife couldn't bear their impoverished life and had an affair, so Adrian killed her and her lover in a fit of rage.

Little did he know that the lover had connections, and his good friends had been hunting him down.

After killing two men in Metshire, Adrian couldn't stay any longer. A fortuitous encounter introduced him to a man who would change his life forever.

It was that man who brought him into TWILIGHT and arranged for him to be by Kai's side.

During every holiday and family reunion, Adrian was a lonely figure, suffering from the memories of his deceased mixed-blood son. He attributed all the pain he experienced to Layne.

If Layne hadn't stolen his rightful position as the family head, Adrian wouldn't have ended up in Metshire, targeted and barely surviving.

His wife and child wouldn't have died.

To deal with the Edwards family, he needed to obtain the final level of the Thirteen Needles.