She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 469: Burial

Teagan personally went to the Foley Group's office building to find Kelvin and apologize to him. However, his employees reported that Mr. Foley hadn't been to the company for two days... and they didn't know where he had gone.

Not only Mr. Foley, but even Chris, his assistant, had been elusive recently. This was something that would never have happened before.

"Is that so? Then please keep an eye out for me. If Mr. Foley returns, please let me know," Teagan said, taking out a navy blue embossed card from his pocket and handing it to the woman.

As his fingers brushed across the back of her hand, the female employee shyly glanced at the handsome man. He was really good-looking! He looked young and wore a tailored dark brown suit, exuding an extraordinary aura.

She took the card joyfully and inadvertently read the text imprinted on it - CEO of the Parry Group!

She couldn't believe that someone so young had become a CEO and looked so handsome, even comparable to a celebrity in the entertainment industry.

The female employee happily accepted the card and unintentionally leaked some news.

"Okay, if Mr. Foley returns, I will inform you immediately. But I just saw Chris, Mr. Foley's assistant, walking with a police officer earlier. They seemed to be heading to a café... what was it called again?" she said casually.

"Forget it, I overheard it..." the woman added.

When Teagan heard the word "café," a glimmer flashed in his charming eyes. He hastily bid farewell to the female employee and, as soon as he stepped out of the Foley Group's building, he took out his phone and sent a message to someone.

[Exposed, retreat immediately!]

Meanwhile, Kelvin and Gordon arrived at the TWILIGHT with their capable subordinates, only to find it empty. There was no one inside.

The prison-like cage that once held someone was empty, with only a metal lock lying on the ground as evidence that someone had been there.

A newly recruited policewoman curiously pulled down the black velvet curtain hanging on a wooden rack.

Crash!

As the velvet fell to the ground, what was on the rack frightened her, her face turning pale. She covered her mouth and let out a horrifying scream through her fingers.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Her screams echoed in the dim, enclosed space and reached the ears of everyone, catching Gordon's attention. He instinctively turned to look.

Within this large secret chamber, there were seven or eight shelves, each about three meters tall and over a meter wide. On those shelves were glass jars of different sizes and colors, densely packed with human organs.

Fear struck their hearts, and it was shocking to the eye.

Many of the younger ones with weaker mental resilience leaned against the wall, vomiting.

Kelvin gave a casual glance and quickly averted his gaze. He said with disappointment, "We came too late. Our movements were leaked... TWILIGHT has moved, and Cheyenne is gone. Damn it!"

He clenched his fist and slammed it onto one of the nearby shelves, causing a loud noise. The glass jars on top shook precariously.

Upon closer inspection, Kelvin's knuckles were soaked in blood.

Gordon could hardly believe it. How could TWILIGHT, such a large place with so many people, have moved in such a short amount of time? Perhaps there was a hidden passage where they concealed themselves.

"Search the place!" Gordon ordered, and his subordinates immediately began searching every nook and cranny of TWILIGHT.

After an extensive search that lasted half an hour, they finally made a discovery.

"Sir, there's a letter here," a young police officer said, wearing white gloves as he picked up the letter and respectfully handed it to Gordon and Kelvin.

It was an ordinary envelope made of rough paper, with powerful and vigorous handwriting on it that spelled out a few words in dark ink.

"Sea God's return, all shall be sacrificed."

After reading it, Gordon handed the envelope to Kelvin, who glanced at it casually before passing it to Chris. Chris, who appeared to be half-asleep, rubbed the back of his head and raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Foley, what does this mean?" he asked.

To be honest, Gordon didn't know either. Frustration crept onto his strong and handsome face. He had read his fair share of books but didn't understand the meaning behind these words. Who was the Sea God?

Just as he was about to search it on a search engine, Kelvin's cold voice rang in his ears.

"No need to search. It's the Sea Burial."

In the Bible, the Sea God was

Poseidon, the son of the Titan god

Cronus and the goddess Rhea.

When he got angry, he caused

storms and tsunamis, sinking entire continents. When he was gentle, he brought about a climate of rain and pleasant winds. The residents living by the sea would choose the "Sea Burial" as a way to placate Poseidon's wrath.

The so-called Sea Burial involved selecting a beautiful young girl as a "sacrifice" and throwing her into the sea during a raging storm, offering her as a sacrifice to the Sea God. Later this ancient barbaric practice gradually evolved, and a goat's head was used instead of a human sacrifice...

Kelvin glanced at Chris and asked coldly, "Quickly check the weather forecast for the upcoming days!"

"Yes!" Chris replied.

Though curious, Gordon resisted the urge to expose his lack of knowledge. He silently waited for Chris' answer.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Chris quickly found the weather forecast for the upcoming week.

"Mr. Foley, tomorrow... tomorrow, there will be a drop in temperature with rain. The weather forecast indicates that Typhoon Maria will make landfall from the southwest in the afternoon, causing extensive heavy rainfall. It's a yellow warning," Chris reported.

Southwest... that was around Akloit, wasn't it? Around Lovers Bay?

Chris still hadn't figured out why Mr. Foley asked him to check the weather forecast when he heard another command.

"Chris, go get the car ready, Bayshore Villa!"

"Yes!"

Chris hurriedly put away his phone, grabbed the car keys, and ran towards the door... behind him, Gordon's subordinates exchanged puzzled glances. Why did they feel like they were being overshadowed?

They were the police, with the primary responsibility of investigating the case... yet they were forced to become wooden puppets, waiting for Mr. Foley to give new orders. Wait, something wasn't right.

Quietly glancing at the intelligent and decisive Mr. Murillo, who stood expressionless but with a hint of confusion, they remained silent, not daring to ask any questions. His expression was quite comical.

It was the first time they had seen Mr. Murillo in such a "compliant" and submissive manner.

Kelvin stepped out of the dark room, followed closely by Gordon. Their subordinates secretly snapped a picture of the two figures from behind.

"Tsk tsk, we have to admit that handsome Mr. Foley exudes nobility and aloofness even from his back."

"

Then they looked at Mr. Murillo, who was hanging his head. He looked just like Mr. Foley's henchman.