She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 168: Soar Casino in Chaos The temperature around Kelvin suddenly dropped several degrees, and he was filled with a murderous aura. His expressionless face was covered with a sense of killing intent.

Like an Asura crawling out of hell, his big hand turned into a scythe of death and was approaching her slender fair neck. He wanted to kill her! Just as his big hand touched her skin, the man's heavy breathing becshort and he stopped.

He left.

Cheyenne's legs went weak, and she leaned against the wall. Her head tilted back as she stared at the light above in silence for a while until her eyes began to feel sore before she looked away.

Tears rolled down from her eyes onto her fair breast, staining her black dress.

"This light is so annoying. It hurts my eyes," she muttered softly under her breath.

She stood up at the door after collecting herself and put on a sweet smile before opening it with a bang. The wooden door closed behind her quickly.

The man who should have left appeared from around the corner of the corridor; his tall figure cast an imposing shadow on the wall like that of pine trees on cliffs.

His deep-set eyes were chillingly dark.

Soon there cmoans that captured the imagination.

"Ah... no... don't do this." Kelvin felt his blood boil as if his veins would burst open beneath his ribs where it hurt terribly. Cheyenne's voice was familiar to him more than anyone else's! This version of herself had lost even basic human principles; Kelvin felt disappointed by how everything seemed like just another dream - neither good nor bad but something close to being classified as nightmares perhaps? With a sense of disappointment, he turned and walked away.

A short while later, the tightly closed wooden door opened from the inside. A small head cautiously looked left and right down the corridor, confirming there was no one around. Then, a petite figure emerged, a handsyoung man with an air of innocence in his youthful features. He wore a white shirt paired with black suit trousers. Delicately, he carried a tray and walked confidently. He casually closed the door behind him.

Inside the room, Reece sat by the coffee table, crossing his legs. He picked up sgrapes from the table, tossing them into his mouth while making splayful noises.

On top of large bed lay a young man wearing nothing but boxer shorts whose mouth had been gagged by white towel while his black tie acted as the rope binding his wrists together.

Like throwing a torn sack, Cheyenne threw him down and sealed his acupoints with needles. As long as she didn't remove them, he would sleep for two hours.

After sincredible makeup skills, the gorgeous girl transformed into a handsyoung man with an elegant posture.

She tied up her long hair and put it under a hat. She deliberately darkened her face with foundation, making her look completely different from usual. Anyone who saw her would think she was just a young boy. Cheyenne swaggered through the crowd holding red wine, scanning the people and corners of the hall with her beautiful eyes shimmering like water. There were too many people here; she was unlikely to find any useful clues. The second floor was for guests while someone guarded the third floor.

It seemed that there were more opportunities on the third floor but to get there, one had to climb up those golden stairs where two rows of black-clad bodyguards stood guard.

She needed to distract them if she wanted to go upstairs.

Cheyenne pretended to flip her hair but actually opened Bluetooth earphones hidden in her ears and called Reece, "This is Cheyenne! I need you guys to make snoise!" "I understand," Reece replied quickly.

Soon glass shattered in Reece's room followed by screams so loud they drowned out all other noises below for one second! At that moment, Dominic picked up a pile of chips from his table and threw them on the ground before flipping over his table, shouting, “I'm done playing! Your casino is nothing but a scam! I won't cback again!” The chaos in the hall quickly caught attention of bodyguards who split into two teams - one went upstairs while others ran towards Dominic. The wealthy gamblers playing at tables clutched their chips tightly, afraid someone might rob them during this commotion! "Ccatch me!" On 2nd-floor corridor, Reece held up a vase, then let it go, causing an exquisite porcelain double-eared vase to fall rapidly onto the table surface. Shards flew in all directions, injuring speople by accident.

"What's going on?" "Oh my god! Call 911!" "We can't call police; don't you remember where we are?" "My money, it hurts so much..." The hall was in chaos, with screams, footsteps and the sound of objects falling everywhere.

Dominic had summoned all the courage he had in his life to cause trouble. If it were any other day, he wouldn't dare.

But watching those people chasing after him from behind made him inexplicably excited.

He ran faster and faster.

Third floor.

When this underground city was built, materials with excellent sound insulation were selected for construction purposes.

The people inside the room had no idea what was happening outside the door.

Mr. King stood opposite the man and respectfully called out, "Uncle!" The man took off his cap revealing a head of silver hair that shone like threads under the light. His gaze turned cold.

"Didn't I say not to touch her? Why did you do it?" He kicked Mr. King hard in the stomach causing him to grimace in pain as he fell onto a table corner hitting his spine which made tears roll down his face from pain. Mr. King lowered his head, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, Uncle... someone paid 300 million for her life, so I accepted." "300 million? Who paid it?" The old man was surprised by this amount of money; he never thought that girl's life would be worth so much.

"It's Madam Thalia from the Todd family." Thalia? Suddenly anger replaced confusion in the old man's eyes. "It seems she still doesn't trust me." "Uncle, why don't you quit there? A position as a family doctor is too low for you." "What do you know? By the way, how is Aidan Hudson doing?"

As he thought of his best friend, a look of pain crossed Mr. King's face. He replied in a hushed tone, "Mission failed; he got shot. He's still in the hospital."