She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 470: Two Hearts

Lovers Bay, Bayshore Villa.

Cheyenne didn't expect that they would bring her back to Abbie's residence again, or more accurately, Kelvin's territory. It wasn't exactly Abbie's house but rather Kelvin's property.

They didn't tie her up this time, but the doors and windows of the room were reinforced, and there was a pinhole camera inside, with two men guarding outside.

It was like being trapped behind an impenetrable fortress. She couldn't escape, even if she turned into a fly.

It was time for dinner, and the one who brought her food turned out to be Adrian. He took off his oversized black robe and didn't wear that creepy white featureless mask.

He was dressed in a regular suit, wearing black leather shoes, and his hair was impeccably combed as he walked into the room.

Along with him came the scent of food.

Cheyenne was genuinely hungry. She hadn't eaten anything before attending the banquet last night, just to enjoy a good meal. But in the banquet, all she had was a glass of red wine and half a slice of cake before being kidnapped.

Today, she had been kidnapped, escaped, threatened, and it was quite exhausting.

From the moment he entered, Cheyenne's gaze was glued to the steak he held in his hands. Adrian smiled kindly.

He placed the plate in front of Cheyenne and enticed her, "Grandniece, want to eat? It's an authentic wagyu steak."

"I do."

"If you want it, then be a good girl and write out the final level of the Thirteen Needles. This steak will be yours. Not just the steak, I'll get you whatever you want to eat."

"After all, you're the most exceptional young member of our Edwards family. Even I can't bear to see you die like this."

Nauseated by his hypocritical face, Cheyenne suddenly lost her appetite. She pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze.

She leaned back lazily in the chair, boredly picking at her fingernails, and casually replied, "Forget it, to save energy, I don't want to use my brain to think about anything, let alone write."

Adrian's fingers holding the plate turned white, he blew his mustache and looked at her, suddenly speechless. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"

Cheyenne smirked, "I am hungry, but I watched a show where the female protagonist survived in the rainforest for fourteen days, relying on fasting and sleeping to conserve energy. She only drank water and ate a few fruits during that time."

Fourteen days!

Did she mean she also wanted to endure for fourteen days?

Dream on!

If she still refuses to reveal the final level of the needle technique before three o'clock tomorrow, she will be pushed into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. Granduncle, give me some privacy, after all, there are boundaries between men and women."

After saying this, Cheyenne got up from the bed, walked barefoot to the bedside, pulled up the covers, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Adrian stared at her with a gloomy look for a few seconds, holding back a breath, and angrily threw the steak into the trash can.

"Fine, grandniece, goodnight to you too. Oh, by the way, the steak in the trash can isn't sanitary, just a friendly reminder."

He left haughtily with his hands behind his back.

After Adrian left, Cheyenne couldn't contain her anger and sat up again, grinding her teeth. She never looked for food in the trash can! Her stomach rumbled with anger but she decided to go to sleep. At this moment, Cheyenne began to miss her grandpa's cotton candy, Benson's delicious cooking, and Reece whose family business could ensure an endless supply of cured meat and sausages. Speaking of which, he had never brought her any delicious food.

Well, when she got back, she would definitely extort him for a good amount of delicious food.

As night fell, the weather in Akloit began to cool down, and a cold wind howled over the sea. The windows rattled with the gusts.

Cheyenne was hungry and couldn't sleep. She opened her eyes and looked out the window. It was pitch black, with the night and the sea merging into one.

There was a faint white light on the distant sea, shining like a star that had fallen from the heavens onto the water's surface.

Maybe it was her eyes playing tricks, but she felt like that white light was getting closer and closer to her.

It gradually shrank from the distant sea to twenty meters, then ten meters... Finally, a bright white light shone through her window.

A remarkably handsome face, one that should not be here, suddenly appeared in front of her.

The dazzling light made his face indistinct, but his pair of bright eyes imprinted themselves in her mind.

They were more brilliant than the starlight.

11 Kelvin!"

She wasn't mistaken. It really was him!

Thump, thump, thump... The man smiled at her and gently tapped on the French window three times.

It was as if he was comforting her, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Cheyenne was speechless. This was the second floor... how did he climb up? There was nothing outside the window for support...

She quickly pulled up the covers and got up, stepping barefoot onto a chair and climbing onto the table, bending over to get closer to him. Separated by a pane of transparent glass, the outside temperature was too low, causing a white mist to condense on the glass as he spoke. His face became hazy, and Cheyenne couldn't hear what he was saying to her, but she stared intently at his lips. Guessing and estimating his meaning, she opened her mouth and silently mouthed the words along with his lips. "Don't... be... afraid?"

Cheyenne's heart trembled, her nose inexplicably feeling a bit sour, and her eyes moistened slightly. She wiped her eyes with her hand.

She hummed, pretending to be indifferent. "Who said I was afraid? I'm fine on my own. What are you doing here? Go away, I don't need your help, hmph!"

Kelvin saw her turning to leave and urgently tapped on the glass, the sound causing her to jump in fright. She quickly turned back, giving him an angry glare. "Do you want to get caught? Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Although he couldn't hear what Cheyenne said, judging from her facial expressions, she was obviously scolding him.

Kelvin smiled tenderly, looking like a piece of art. Even in such an environment, Cheyenne was still full of vitality.

This was who she really was, an unstoppable force.

He gripped a small piece of the roof eave on the balcony with his hands and stood on Chris's shoulders, tiptoeing as high as he could. Suddenly, he lowered his head.

Through the cold window, he pressed his lips against hers.

Boom!

Even though there was a window separating them, Cheyenne felt his lips as if they were on her own, a wave of heat washing over her.

In the dark night, her face blushed.

This time, she truly understood Kelvin's words.

He said, "Wait for me to rescue you, my princess."

Chapter 471: Preparation for Sacrifice

The following day, as the faint light of dawn broke through, Cheyenne's door was forcefully kicked open from the outside. It startled her awake from her slumber, and she groggily sat up, calmly gazing at the two faceless men dressed in black robes. Suddenly, a white cloth was tossed at her, hitting her face with a chilling sound echoing in the room.

"Get dressed and come out immediately," they ordered before leaving the room. Cheyenne was left alone, momentarily stunned. She extended a finger to pick up the white garment, scoffing disdainfully. Outside the window, the sky did not grow brighter with the passing time. Instead, a dimness enveloped it, with small black clouds slowly gathering, forming a mass that seemed to press against the surface like a weight on the sea. In this darkness, Cheyenne became the sole source of pure white, captivating everyone with her beauty.

Even the most ordinary white gown radiated an ethereal charm on her. Her elegant swan-like neck and delicate collarbone formed a graceful curve. She walked slowly, exuding innate elegance, a sight to behold.

Unfortunately, this little beauty was

destined to be thrown to the sharks today... Granduncle stood beside the men in black robes, four sets of eyes fixed on her. The man with a mask displaying blue fangs openly expressed his admiration for

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Cheyenne. With his knobs

hands,

he clapped gently and spoke in a low, rumbling voice, "Miss Lawrence is such a beautiful sacrifice. The

Lord of the Sea will surely be pleased. Men, take her to the ship!"

Sacrifice? What were they planning to do?

As Cheyenne tried to swiftly devise an escape plan in her mind, she also wondered what Kelvin and Gordon were doing at that moment.

Lost in thought, she was interrupted by one of the men approaching, reaching out to grab her shoulder. But before he could touch Cheyenne, she shouted at him firmly, forcing him to retreat. "Don't touch me. I'll walk by myself!"

The two men exchanged glances, their steps stuttering as they stood there, watching the graceful figure in white walk past them confidently, without any trace of submission.

The sea mirrored the color of the sky, both now ink-black, emphasizing its vastness and profoundness. The black waves churned, surged, and rolled up white foamy edges, crashing onto the beach. A white, two-story passenger ship was anchored by the shore.

Cheyenne was bound to the mast on

the ship's deck A gust of wild wind blew, lifting the hem of her white dress, rustling it in the air. Her long ink-black hair was slightly

disheveled. Suddenly, a wel.ne

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seagull flew swiftly from the distance, maneuvering skillfully through the raging winds, skimming above the surface of the sea,

emitting a clear cry.

Cheyenne lifted her delicate chin, her gaze tranquil as she watched the seagull gradually disappear into the distance. Raindrops the size of peas sparsely fell on her face and eyes. Her long, dense lashes struggled to bear the weight, causing her to blink involuntarily.

The wind on the sea was cold,

whistling as it blew against her, and

Cheyenne was drenched by the raindrops, shivering uncontrollably On the second floor of the ship, the man with the fanged mask made one final desperate attempt to reach out to Cheyenne. His magnetic voice was carried away by the raging wind, yet it still reached her ears, hauntingly distant and ethereal.