Chapter 373: Anger
Chapter 373: Anger
He leaned close to her ear and warned, "This is not a ce you should be. You walk from here to
the right side of the hall and there''s a staircase. Tell the guards my name and leave quickly!"
Cheyenne was shocked, but luckily her mask concealed her expression. However, her widened
eyes and slightly parted red lips still revealed her reaction to Kelvin.
His lips curled lightly. "Why are you so surprised?"
She thought she was already clever enough, finding Soar Casino and TWILIGHT in the Dark
League, but it seemed like Kelvin, that bastard, was always one step ahead of her. The same thing
happened at Soar Casino, where that old man even let him in through the VIP channel! Damn it,
just thinking about it made her frustrated.
Cheyenne made no movement. She wasn''t here to y; she hadn''t investigated the situation
thoroughly yet, so she couldn''t leave. Besides, why should she mention his name? They were
divorced, and she had nothing to do with him anymore. She didn''t have to endure his male
chauvinism.
Just because he became a boss, he thought he could give orders wherever he went? She wouldn''t
comply.
Sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded, she continued to sit there. The person on stage had
been reced by a new prisoner, used of the sin of lust. As for the punishment, Cheyenne had
lost interest in watching.
Seeing her uncooperative attitude, Kelvin''s gaze dimmed, and he subtly furrowed his brows. He
couldn''t help but think about how she almost exposed herself when she suddenly stood up earlier.
He helplessly said, "If you want to stay, that''s fine, but don''t make any reckless moves, so you don''t
hinder meter."
After he finished speaking, he remained seated next to her, showing no intention of leaving.
However, Cheyenne coldly hummed, "I should be reminding you not to hinder me! And we''re not
close, so stay away from me!"
Why did he have toe over here and squeeze into this seat when there were so many empty
ones nearby?
Not close? Kelvin''s face immediately darkened, as he silently thought, ''We just kissed each other,
and now you im that we''re not close?''
She was truly heartless.
...
In the Lawrence Vi, Iker was still sitting on the couch in his ck checkered pajamas.
The book in his hands had been open for a while, but he hadn''t read a single word.
asionally, he would raise his sore neck and nce at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was
still at "7," while the minute hand had only moved a right angle.
Suddenly, Iker felt that time was passing so slowly when Cheyenne wasn''t by his side.
After a few more seconds, he couldn''t help but ask Tanner next to him, "What time did she leave?"
Tanner held a bunch of dried crying grass in his hand, while his other hand held a pair of scissors as
he helped old Mr. Edwards organize the herbs. When he heard Iker''s question, he silently muttered
to himself, "The fourth time."
This was not at all like Iker''s usual style.
"Miss Lawrence left at 6:40, so it''s been exactly an hour now. But if TWILIGHT starts at 7, then Miss
Lawrence should have only been inside for half an hour."
"It''s been half an hour, and she still hasn''t returned. I hope nothing has happened."
His worry deepened, and his handsome face became serious, which surprised Tanner.
"You probably haven''t been to a bar before, Master Iker, so you wouldn''t know. Normally, people
stay at a bar for at least two to three hours. Some people even party all night."
All night!
Iker indeed had never been to a bar. If he wanted to drink, he had a room specifically for storing fine
wines.
The Todd family had nothing but money and alcohol.
Unable to help his ckened face, Iker asked deeply, "All night? What are they doing in there?"
Tanner didn''t dare openly mock his ignorance, so he pursed his lips and looked outside. Familiar
with the topic, he said, "What else can they do? Engage in some sexual intercourse when drunk,
right?"
As soon as thest word fell, a look of disbelief shed in Iker''s eyes as he thoughtfully looked at
Tanner. "Have you done it too?"
Tanner touched his nose and, blushing slightly, continued to work on the herbs. Shyly, he answered
softly, "I''ve thought about it, but I never had the chance."
"Coward!"
As he thought about how seductive and beautiful Cheyenne looked when she left, Iker wondered
about her alcohol tolerance...
He regretted even more for not having Tanner apany her.
Just then, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Both of them nced at each other, and Tanner stood up with a knowing look, hurrying to open the
door.
Standing there was a figure in white.
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"Mr. Zamora, why are you here?"
Eddie wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead. His white coat had stains of various colors - red,
green, purple - making him look like he had just been pulled out of a dyeing vat.
His eyes immediately looked towards the second floor room as he anxiously asked, "Is Cheyenne
here? I need to talk to her urgently."
Iker had met Eddie a few times, and their rtionship was not close but cordial. He knew Eddie was
Cheyenne''s good friend''s brother, and that was about it.
"Why do you need to see Miss Lawrence? She went out, and we don''t know when she''ll be back,"
Iker replied.
Desperate for help, Eddie needed to trust Master Iker since Cheyenne wasn''t around. He revealed
the purpose of his visit directly.
"Master Iker, the potions have been stolen, and Mr. Owen is missing. You have significant influence
in Akloit, can you help me find him?"
"What? Mr. Owen is missing!"
"Yes, it''s been several days since I could reach him. I went to the Owen family just now, and the
servants said he hasn''t returned for a few days."
Eddie couldn''t help but worry about whether something had happened to the director.
Both of these matters were troublesome, and he had no choice but to seek Cheyenne''s help.
"Tanner, gather some people to help with the search. Mr. Zamora,e with me to the police
station to file a report."
"Alright."
Only half an hour had passed, and six people were already dead on stage. Each one of them was a
vibrant life.
Fresh blood flowed along the dark edges of the stage, forming a small waterfall due to the forty-
centimeter drop between the stage and the ground.
"Ssh..."
It was ominous ck and eerie red.
As it approached eight o''clock, the masked man in ck brought the man at the end of the rope in
front of the crowd for the final judgement.
"Jonathan Owen, sixty-two years old, Director of Hopedale Hospital. The crimemitted - anger."
When he was pushed in front of everyone, Cheyenne stared fixedly at the old man on stage, her
heart in a state of turmoil.
Her red lips slightly parted, "Jo-Jonathan!"
Why was he here?