She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 379: Try to TrustThe woman walked seductively towards him and squatted down by his side. She extended her slender hand towards the mask on his face and spoke in a clear and charming voice. "Come, letsee what you look like, you son of a bitch." Cheyenne's fingertips barely touched the edge of his mask. Her tender finger lifted a corner of the mask to reveal the face underneath the mask.

Both pairs of eyes fell upon the mask simultaneously... A slightly tense atmosphere permeated the air, and Cheyenne stared fixedly, her curiosity growing stronger by the second.

In an instant, Aidan struggled and kicked over the nearby coffee table, causing the beer bottles on top to fall and make a loud noise, attracting the attention of people outside. "What happened?" A rough and angry voice cfrom outside the door.

Inside the room, taking advantage of Kelvin's momentary distraction, Aidan suddenly took out a short knife from his robe and stabbed towards Kelvin's neck.

Suddenly, Cheyenne couldn't help but exhale lightly and screamed, "Watch out!" Aidan's strike was forceful, indicating that he had undergone training. Fortunately, Kelvin reacted quickly, reaching out his large and sturdy hand to grasp the blade. The sharp edge cut into his palm, blood streaming out.

Splattering onto his black suit, a hint of eerie red spread into the dense black.

"Quick, something happened inside." Bang! The wooden door was kicked open by someone, and over a dozen men dressed in black robes, holding knives and hidden weapons, rushed in, surrounding Cheyenne and Kelvin in the middle. Meanwhile, he was still grappling with Aidan.

"Capture them quickly!" Aidan ordered his men.

The group of people, fierce and menacing, wielding weapons, attacked the two, and amidst the crowd, another man in a black robe shouted, "Kill the man, capture the woman alive, we need her!" "Yes!" Oh no, these people were after her.

Cheyenne quickly calmed herself and raised her fair chin as she walked to Kelvin. She intentionally lowered her voice and whispered in his ear.

"They're here to capture me, and they won't hurtfor now. I'll distract them, and you should take the opportunity to escape." But when Kelvin heard her words, his gaze turned cold, his forehead wrinkling as he resolutely refused her.

"I am a man!" How could he abandon her alone and escape in such a critical moment? Cheyenne glanced at him with her eyes and her red lips curled slightly. "If you die here, no one will take care of your beloved Miss Berry. Mr. Foley, you better not show off your bravery anymore. Even if you die trying to save me, I won't feel the slightest gratitude!" With that, her hand slowly moved to her leg, lifting a corner of her silver short skirt to reveal fair and tender skin. On that slender thigh, there was a bronze-colored dagger tied. Cheyenne drew the dagger, swiftly removing the sheath, as if preparing to strike.

"Go, quickly." Her voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

Kelvin's heart trembled. He tightly grasped Cheyenne's other soft hand but calmly looked into her eyes and said something unrelated.

"She is not my beloved, never has been." Unfortunately, the group of men in black robes had already charged forward. Cheyenne had no tfor him. Gripping the dagger tightly, she rushed forward.

Only a vague sentence reached Kelvin's ears. She said, “If I'm unfortunate enough to be captured, go find Master Iker to save me. Hurry, go!" Kelvin cursed inwardly, "Damn it!" Why did she recklessly go on her own? Facing a dozen physically strong men, she was just inviting trouble with her petite frame.

In an instant, Kelvin joined the battle as well, although he had no weapons and had to rely on his bare hands. He grabbed a chair nearby and swung it at the approaching man in a black robe.

Standing back-to-back in the midst of the crowd, they concentrated their spirits and awaited the next round of attacks. At the stime, Cheyenne's teeth clenched tightly, her voice echoing behind him. "Perhaps it will attract more people soon, Kelvin, and you won't be able to escape now," she said anxiously.

To her surprise, he laughed casually, reaching out to grab her slightly trembling hand. "Cheyenne, you don't need Master Iker, I can help." "Hmm?" "Try trustingonce." Suddenly, he turned his head, and his deep-set eyes held a glimmer she had never seen before. This Kelvin seemed different from that in her memories... yet it was still him, and Cheyenne was lost in her thoughts.

Aidan seized the opportunity, drew his gun, and aimed it at Cheyenne's arm, about to pull the trigger. "Cheyenne, get down!" Kelvin's hoarse voice echoed in her ears. She looked up abruptly, watching as the bullet flew towards her from the blazing gun barrel.

"Bang!" The sound of the gunshot reverberated in Cheyenne's mind, as the private room was relatively enclosed, causing the originally loud noise to create an echo after bouncing off the walls. For a moment, it seemed like Aidan had fired twice.

She immediately lowered her head and glanced at her arm. Nothing... She realized that the foolish Kelvin had used his own body to shield her from the bullet.

The bullet, which should have hit her arm, had passed through Kelvin's shoulder, causing blood to slowly stain his white shirt.

"Kelvin, you..." Why did he take a bullet for her? Even if she couldn't evade it, Aidan's initial goal wasn't to kill her. Being shot in the arm might cause injury, but it wouldn't be immediately fatal.

Behind her mask, Cheyenne couldn't see Kelvin's face at this moment, but his burning gaze seemed to want to melt her. Cheyenne quickly reached out to support his body. He smiled softly and answered her doubts, "You're a woman. It wouldn't look good to have scars on your hands." But he was different...

The sound of the gunshots attracted more men in black robes. The entrance was now completely m blocked so the only option left was Επ to escape through the window. Cheyenne forced herself to calm down and analytically considered the best way to get out. "Can we still make it?" "Taking down a couple more won't be a problem," he replied, his voice filled with disdain.

"I'll count to three, and we'll run together!" "One." "Two." "Three!" Now is the time!

Cheyenne somehow retrieved a few silver needles and held them between her fingertips. As her voice fell, the sver needles flew towards the group of people at lightning speed. A flash of silver brilliance disappeared in mid-air, leaving the men confused, thinking their eyes were playing tricks on them.

It wasn't until their fallen comrades cried out in pain that they raised their heads in astonishment, looking towards Cheyenne.

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