She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 550: Buried Alive

Gregory walked back to the jeep to take a rest.

Meanwhile, the tall and glamorous woman, accompanied by her three cronies, began to scout the area for a suitable spot. Coincidentally, it was right next to the mass grave.

She made a gesture with her finger and commanded expressionlessly, "This will do. Dig a hole here."

The three lackeys quickly got to work, taking shovels and sticks from the back seat of the car and started digging the hole.

Jonathan glanced at the chosen "auspicious site" and burst into laughter. "Well, well, look at this spot. It's right on the dragon's tail, which they say symbolizes success and prosperity. Does it mean that the Owen family is about to produce a high-ranking official?"

Layne wasn't well versed in the art of finding hidden energy, but he knew Jonathan was just joking around.

With a flat terrain and no rivers passing through it, how could this place be considered an auspicious site?

Seeing how things had escalated to this point, Layne tried to console Jonathan with a clear conscience.

This was truly an extraordinary occurrence.

"What does it matter to have a high-ranking official? The Owen family's century-old legacy is unmatchable by ordinary individuals."

Jonathan returned the compliment gracefully. "Oh, come on. The Edwards family has prospered since AD 1500; that's the true prestigious family!"

Their mutual compliments irritated the woman, causing her to frown, and she glared at them with cold eyes.

"Shut up, you two old codgers! Enough with the bickering!"

Digging a hole wasn't a difficult task for these three strong and robust young men, so they went about it swiftly.

Soon, a rectangular pit, over a meter deep and approximately 1. 5 meters wide, appeared before the two men's eyes.

One of the lackeys approached, used a knife to cut the ropes binding their wrists, then pressed them on their shoulders, and kicked them into the pit with his foot.

"Ouch!"

Jonathan took a hard fall, screamed in pain, and sat up while rubbing his poor butt.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Be more careful! You lot are so uncivilized. Don't you know how to respect the elderly?"

"If my old bones shatter, you can forget about me revealing any secrets to you."

Despite his lengthy complaints, the black-clad person paid no attention to him. Instead, they walked back to stand respectfully behind the woman, waiting for further instructions. Layne didn't fare any better; even his reading glasses were shattered.

A rough and icy sensation came upon his hand as he lowered his head to take a look... His palm was pressing down on a pale head.

Half of it was buried in the soil.

Feeling disgusted, he promptly pulled his hand back and wiped it on his now-dirty white coat that had lost its original color.

The woman approached the edge of the deep hole, looking down at the two men, and sternly demanded, "Tell me, where's the map?"

Layne chose to continue feigning ignorance, staring blankly at the woman, and calmly asked in return, "What map? I've drawn so many maps. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"So, you want my works after all. Why didn't you say so earlier? I have plenty of them at home."

An expression of anger appeared on the woman's beautiful face, as she personally picked up a shovel, adorned with black lace gloves, and began to toss the dirt around the two men. She sneered while muttering, "Stop playing dumb. I'm talking about the map you took from here twenty-two years ago. Speak up, or be prepared for death."

"No!" Layne straightened her posture and replied firmly.

Seeing that he was unwilling to cooperate, she tossed the shovel to two men in black and instructed in a low voice, "Carry on."

After all, she was one of the top figures in the organization. Menial physical labor like this was not worth her personal involvement.

Brushing the dirt off her hands, she gracefully stepped to the side.

The air here was heavy with moisture from the rain the previous night, and the earth carried a scent of decay and damp leaves as it struck Layne and Jonathan.

The strong, pungent smell made the two men frown and slow their breathing.

Gradually, the soil covered their bodies, robbing the surrounding air bit by bit.

Old Mr. Edwards looked up at the sky, where dark clouds were churning. It seemed like it would rain again today.

If it did rain, the air trapped in the soil would be pushed out, and he would be buried alive.

He couldn't perish in such a pitiful way!

Old Mr. Edwards struggled to move his body, opening his mouth, his voice hoarse and low as he cautioned her, "Do you think killing me here won't be discovered?" "And if you kill me, you'll truly have no way out!"

At Layne's words, the woman raised her delicate hand, halting her subordinate's actions.

"Stop."

"Yes."

She took a step forward, her eyes sharp as knives as she gazed at Layne, her cold voice carrying a hint of mocking laughter.

"Is that so, old Mr. Edwards?

Perhaps you still don't know. We

have announced your death to the public and found someone who bears an eighty percent resemblance to you to fake the scene of a car accident."

"You are already a dead man. Now, it's just a matter of dying again!"

"You know, what if Cheyenne finds out that you're dead? Ha, ha?"

At her words, a faint ripple finally appeared on old Mr. Edwards' calm face, and in his weak eyes, complex emotions of anger and longing intertwined.

He could be fearless in the face of anything, except for leaving that stubborn Cheyenne behind.

She was too young, with a proud and somewhat wild personality, and she didn't know when to rein herself in. Now she's being targeted by the Lucas family, facing serious danger. There was no one reliable by her side to protect her.

If something happened to him, what would Cheyenne do?

He couldn't die! After a few seconds of contemplation, Layne painfully made a decision, closing his weary eyes and gritting his teeth as he replied, "I'll tell you. The thing is..."

In the car, the man with the golden mask suddenly spoke, "Wait, pull them up first." So they were just like radishes in the ground. Buried and then unearthed.

The woman held a gun to the backs of the two men and ushered them into the jeep, instructing two of her men to stay behind for clean-up.

As soon as the jeep left, the makeshift grave in the burial mound was filled in.

Before long, the torrential rain

arrived as expected, the wild wind rustling through the leaves, accompanied by the sound of

"shush mixed with the rain, create

a magnificent and spectacular symphony.

No one knew that this forest had been trod upon, and even less what had occurred deep within it.

The man who had eaten the raw crow reappeared near the mass grave, this time with a skinless wild rabbit in his hand.

The bright red blood continued to drip down.

The man looked in the direction the car had departed, his eyes glinting slightly.

Silently, he uttered one word. [Gracie]