She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 610: I'm Sorry, Cheyenne, I Lied to You

Master Glenn gently sighed, continuing his previous actions. His deep voice whispered seductively in her ear, "Since you don't know, why not leave it all to me?"

Outside, the sound of music, conversations, and high heels tapping on the floor intertwined and grew restless, making one's heart race.

Separated by a floor and a door, the muffled voices in the room tickled like a small kitten.

"Master Glenn, be gentle."

"Is this gentle enough?"

"Ah! Mmm..."

"You're so delicate."

The man, who had appeared weak just moments ago, finally revealed his true colors. However... Kate was too late to refuse.

At this moment, she was already a prey in his mouth.

Onistead, TOP Business Hotel.

A woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a black oversized dress with a round collar. The lower end of the dress revealed a white pleated skirt, followed by slender ankles. The cold white color, the slender ankles, and the faint blue veins on the instep.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, sprinkling a few drops of rain on her hair.

The colored chiffon skirt and black fabric intertwined, making her figure appear slender and giving her an elegant vibe.

The rain in late autumn was pouring down since last night.

Cheyenne woke up a little after seven in the morning, and she hasn't worn any pajamas since then.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

She casually put on a dress, walked barefoot to the window, and the fair fingers pulled open the curtains, watching the relentless raindrops outside.

She fell into a moment of contemplation.

Last night, she had a frightening dream.

She was bound in a chaotic deep blue sea, slowly being submerged by the water, with sharks lurking around, ready to attack.

The scythe of death was firmly placed at her neck.

Just when she thought she was about to die, a blurry familiar figure, a man, swam towards her. She couldn't see his face or remember his name.

The man forcefully dragged her towards the shore, and when they were about to reach the finish line, he was suddenly swallowed by a shark from behind.

Blood.

The deep blue seawater turned red.

The sea water became dirty and black. She remembered the man pushing her away and calling her "Cheyenne" affectionately.

The scene switched to a gloomy dungeon, and she could smell the scent of blood, a bit fishy.

The man who was supposed to be devoured by the fish was alive, holding her hand, stepping on a staircase covered in bones.

It felt more like leading her towards a romantic end of the world. The romance on the verge of death left a deep impression on Cheyenne's memory.

"Cheyenne, I love you." These words echoed in her heart like the morning bell, making her entire soul tremble.

As the words fell, his body shattered into countless pieces, disappearing before her eyes.

Cheyenne snapped back to reality, realizing that she was the only one standing on the staircase piled with bones, and this staircase was continuously collapsing and breaking apart.

The bones beneath her feet... came back to life!

A knock on the door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne was too engrossed to hear it.

Without waiting for her response,

Benson pushed the door open himself. He was wearing a white paired with cream-colored

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

shoulder-length brown hair, exuding an elegance akin to a prince.

His footsteps were not exactly light, but Cheyenne remained motionless standing in front of the window.

"Cheyenne."

Benson frowned as he noticed her bare feet on the floor, then set the tray he was carrying aside onto the table.

Approaching her, he suddenly closed the window, preventing the rain from drifting in further.

"Cheyenne, it's cold. Why are you standing here in the rain? You're pregnant now, and you can't be as willful as before. You need to take care of yourself," he said, lifting her up without warning and carrying her back to the bed.

He gently placed her on the edge of the bed, as if handling something fragile.

Cheyenne felt no cold, and the child was very well-behaved, not causing any commotion.

As Benson was about to turn and go to the wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm, her eyes coldly staring at him. "Cheyenne, what's wrong?"

"Benson, did my grandfather really go on a trip?"

She lowered her head, her face showing a skeptical expression while her long eyelashes covered the loss and worry in her eyes.

Benson's heart skipped a beat. He knew he couldn't hide it from Cheyenne any longer.

Instead of concealing the truth, he decided to tell her.

His warm and slender hand gently touched her soft hair, and in a gentle and heavy tone, he spoke into her ear.

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I lied to you. Actually... old Mr. Edwards didn't go on a trip, he... went missing."

"Missing?"

Cheyenne suddenly understood many things, realizing why her grandfather hadn't been in contact with her, and why her calls had gone unanswered.

It turned out that he had gone missing.

However, she quickly calmed down and continued to ask, "When did this happen? Where did he go missing, and do we have any clues?"

Benson helplessly withdrew his hand and sighed, "Cheyenne, you're bombarding me with so many questions all at once. I don't know which one to answer first."

"Old Mr. Edwards went missing about three months ago in Akloit. The scene was chaotic at the time, leaving behind only a map. Do you remember?" Three months ago?

A map?

Cheyenne struggled to think, her head throbbing as fragmented images kept emerging.

Many familiar faces, familiar forms... She wanted to see clearly, but the headache only worsened.

"What map?"

"A strange image with a strange route marked on it, and a triangular symbol like this." Benson spoke as he gently took her fair little hand, sketching with his finger on her palm.

His fingertips brought a tingling sensation as they glided across her skin.

A triangular symbol? Cheyenne remembered!

"Yes, there was such a map, but I remember... I put it..."

"Where did you put it?"

Benson grew anxious as well, looking at Cheyenne with a smile of anticipation, his voice gently encouraging her to continue. "Cheyenne, this picture is crucial. It's the only clue old Mr. Edwards left for you, and it might just be the key to finding him."