She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin)

Chapter 169: Set A Fire

Chapter 169: Set a Fire

The rule was that if the mission failed, one had to commit suicide as an apology. This time, themaster showed mercy and spared Aidan's life, which was unexpected.

The old man didn't show much emotion when he heard the news. But when he brought up anothermatter, a hint of anger crept into his voice.

"Did she notice anything suspicious?"

"Well..." Mr. King didn't dare answer. He wasn't on site and wasn't sure what that woman haddiscovered.

"She probably didn't. Aidan never leaves any evidence behind. Just let him stay in the hospital fornow and not go anywhere else."

The reply was unsatisfactory but at least Uncle wasn't as angry anymore.

Outside the door, Cheyenne held a tray and listened intently to what was being said inside. Shecouldn't hear everything clearly but caught snippets like "Uncle", "Aidan", and "drug trial".

What did it all mean? What were they researching?

Her intuition told her that this wasn't good news at all. However, just as she leaned closer to listenbetter, the guards on the second floor staircase noticed her presence.

"Damn it! Who let her in?"

"Get her!"

Cheyenne turned back, shooting an angry glare at them. It was always the worst time forinterruptions. She sighed in annoyance, picked up the wine bottle from the tray, and swung itforcefully. The exquisite Bordeaux wine, worth ten thousand dollars a bottle, was wasted.

The pursuing bodyguards chased after Cheyenne, but she moved like a slippery eel. With agraceful leap, she jumped over the railing, plummeting from the third floor, a drop of at least thirtyfeet.

Her movements were fluid and precise, her outstretched arms resembling a dancing swan, a sighttoo beautiful to look away from.

"Wow!"

A chorus of astonished gasps filled the hall.

Cheyenne spotted the railing on the second-floor balcony and, in the midst of her rapid descent,seized it. In mid-air, she performed a 360-degree spin, using the power of her arms and themomentum of her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first floor.

Her body swung outward, and as she landed, she gracefully knelt on one knee, landing securely ona table in the lobby, unscathed.

Reece had already run to the exit on the first floor, his wig falling off as he ran. The two large falsiesstuffed in his chest were used to hit people.

High heels weren't convenient for running, but they became his weapon.

At this moment, the strap of the red dress broke, revealing his strong shoulders.

With messy hair, he appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely and barefoot.

This image was far from that of a delicate lady just now. If it weren't for the situation being wrong,Cheyenne would really laugh at it.

She snapped her fingers at him.

Reece suddenly understood and quickly took out a lighter from his bag.

"Take it!" he shouted loudly.

The metal retro lighter formed a perfect quadratic curve in mid-air as countless eyes watched thatsmall and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall from that man's hand before finally landing ona fair-skinned small hand.novelbin

Dominic hid under the table and slowly moved out while no one noticed him. While everyone wasdistracted, he had to escape quickly.

On the third floor, the two who finally received news changed their faces drastically and ended theirconversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle's two slaps on his face. "What areyou doing? You actually let an outsider mix in here!"

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I'll go take care of it now."

Mr. King walked outside where he looked down from third floor level; locking onto that boy at theexit with disbelief! How dare such an undeveloped boy cause trouble on his territory!

He coldly ordered, "Get someone to catch him! Skin him alive, beat him up badly, then throw himinto sea to feed fish!"

That group of bodyguards began another round of besiege while Cheyenne glanced at Reecebefore shouting sternly, "Run fast!"

Reece sprinted towards the exit with all speed possible when Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter inher hand, and the blue flame flickered before the eyes of the onlookers.

In between was warm yellow flame while outer layer was blue light.

As we all know, the highest temperature is not external flame but internal flame.

She stretched out her slender hand, fingers gracefully dancing through the flames - beautifulindeed!

The next second, Cheyenne curled her rose-like lips brightly, hurling away her lighter.

Metal hit the ground...

The blue flames quickly consumed the spilled red wine on the ground, spreading rapidly along thelegs of the table and climbing up to the golden curtains in the hall. The chaos was getting worse bythe second.

"Run!" Someone shouted from within the crowd, causing even more panic among those wealthypeople trying to escape.

Cheyenne waved goodbye to Mr. King on the second floor and blew him a kiss, feeling proud like afox who had just tasted something sweet. "Bye-bye!"

Mr. King slammed his hand angrily against an iron railing that was perfectly carved with intricatepatterns, leaving a dent in it as he glared at Cheyenne with bloodshot eyes. "Catch him! Dead oralive!"

"Yes."

Meanwhile, Cheyenne had grabbed Reece and headed towards an exit door while kicking over abookshelf in their way. Books rained down on top of security guards' heads and shoulders, blockingtheir path.

Dominic was struggling with old Mr. Barlow who clung onto his shoulder tightly, refusing to let go ashe accused Dominic of using him for his own gain. "You little brat! If I die, you won't live either!"

Cheyenne didn't have time for this old man's nonsense; if they were caught by anyone chasingthem from behind, then they would all be dead.

Without hesitation, she aimed a silver needle directly at old Mr Barlow's fatal point - hitting him rightwhere it hurts most - causing him to fall straight down onto some shelves behind them withoutmaking another sound.

Old Mr. Barlow was gone just like that!

Dominic looked enviously at how skilled Cheyenne was; despite acting like everything was underhis control, he knew deep down that he wasn't as good as Cheyenne when it came down to actualfighting skills.

As they pushed open some bookshelves, blocking their way out, those people chasing after themfinally caught up.

"Quickly run!" Cheyenne barked angrily, and Dominic snapped back to reality, immediately sprintingtowards the door.

Her car was parked right outside, and the three of them hopped in swiftly. The gas pedal presseddown on, they sped away.