She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 661: Give This to Cheyenne

Old Mr. Edwards watched as the knife narrowly missed him and grazed his beard, leaving a cut on the wall. He was so frightened that he didn't even know where to put his hands, his eyes rolling in panic as he looked at the knife beside his head, embedded in the wall. If he had been a bit slower, he might not have survived this moment. The girl's aiming was impressive, but he had no desire to praise her at the moment.

Chris looked apologetically at old Mr. Edwards and quickly removed the knife with a trembling voice. "Old Mr. Edwards, what are you doing here?"

Layne's gaze fell on the "mummy" on his back, and he gasped in disbelief. "Is that Kelvin? How did he end up here, looking like this?"

Chris nodded, tears glistening in his eyes, his voice choked with emotion. "Yes, after your disappearance, Old Mr. Edwards, a lot has happened. Mr. Foley, in order to protect Miss Lawrence, fell into an enemy trap and ended up like this in an explosion."

To protect Cheyenne? Layne's initial hint of schadenfreude immediately turned into guilt. He became even more concerned about Cheyenne's safety and hurriedly asked, "And how is Cheyenne doing?" Spider finally understood what was going on and sweat trickled down her forehead. She had nearly killed Cheyenne's grandfather. This heightened alertness was truly damning.

"Miss Lawrence is also in Onistead, but..." Spider paused abruptly, leaving Layne on edge, filled with anxiety. "But it seems like she has amnesia."

"Amnesia?" Layne was initially shocked but then calmed down, patting his chest in great relief. "That's alright, as long as she's not dead, missing limbs, or half-dead like your CEO." Spider: "..."

Chris's tears still lingered in his eyes, and his lips twitched as he listened.

"What are you all doing over there?" Suddenly, a loud angry shout came from behind them. "Someone's coming, you need to leave."

Layne quickly pulled up his mask, urging the two to leave urgently. "Follow me, this way."

Having stayed here for so many months, he knew every nook and cranny of this place. Layne led them to evade the surveillance, successfully diverting their attention by pretending to move equipment. Eventually, they arrived in a sealed laboratory where he miraculously pulled out a key from his pocket and handed it to Spider. "Walk out of this door. Keep going left, where the Wind Hall members are. This is the key."

Wind Hall! Chris looked at old Mr. Edwards in shock; he never expected him to be so mysterious.

"Alright, old Mr. Edwards, aren't you coming with us?" Upon hearing this, Layne shook his head and handed them a slender, transparent glass test tube containing beautiful blue liquid.

"What's this?"

Layne didn't have time to explain further. He simply gave them a brief verbal instruction. "Just remember to give this to Cheyenne and tell her it's very important, although it's only a half-finished product." Originally, he had intended to find a way to steal the vaccine and hand it over to the Wind Hall members.

'I can't leave yet, Jonathan is still here. If I leave, leaving that old man all alone here to suffer, I'm afraid he'll break down and cry. Two people are better than one, right?'

Old Mr. Edwards isn't leaving!?

Chris wanted to persuade him again, but seeing his determined look, and the continuous sound of alarms outside.

Spider worried that the three of them might not be able to leave, urging softly,

"Old Mr. Edwards, come with us! Miss Lawrence has been looking for you."

Layne hesitated for a moment, but in the end, great reason triumphed over family ties.

His eyes turned red, with resolve in his heart, he pushed the two into the room.

"Go, I have to stay here."

Maybe, there could be more surprises.

"Then we'll leave first."

As they left, Chris also unfastened the mini pistol hidden at his waist, leaving it with old Mr. Edwards.

"Let's go!"

The heavy door closed slowly, and old Mr. Edwards slumped to the ground, shedding a single tear. He's worried about Cheyenne; it's just that he has more important things to do.

While those people haven't found this place yet, Layne regained his spirits, picking up things from the lab and pretending to be salvaging as he ran into the hallway, successfully blending into

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Last time, Kate took leave due to an injury, and although the director was a fence-sitter, he still had high expectations for his work.

He insisted on not using a stand-in, waiting for Kate's return.

After two or three days of rest, Kate returned to the set and resumed her role.

Perhaps Master Glenn's backing from the last time had instilled fear in these people's hearts.

No one dared to trouble her again, and the discussions behind her back also diminished.

There were even various people coming to flatter her.

"Kate, you are truly beautiful and elegant, much more gorgeous than that so-called leading lady." The speaker was the woman who played the servant to Cynthia in the play.

Their relationship used to be she even personally held an

Cynthia, but now she said things like that in front of her.

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And there was an even more audacious person, "Kate, do you know? The one who suggested adding sand to our meals before was that bitch Cynthia, she's really malicious!"

What the heck!

Didn't you have a part in that too?

Kate wanted to retort, but then felt it unnecessary. It would be fine as long as she ignored them.

Listening to their flattering and fawning comments with an insouciant air, she remained remarkably composed. "Miss Norman, you're here!"

Her sudden cry made these people turn pale with fright, each of them nervously covering their mouths and looking back.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Where was Miss Norman?

It was just Kate playing a trick on them.

When they turned back in frustration, they found that Kate had already stood up and left her seat.

Her retreating figure was resolute.

"How can she be so ungrateful!"

"Exactly!"

"I even said a lot of good things about her to the leading lady just now."

Speak of the devil and he appears.

As soon as she mentioned Cynthia, the latter appeared behind them.

A group of minor celebrities held umbrellas, carried bags, and brought water... their postures and the air of flattery were grand.

The expression of Cynthia turned as dark as a storm cloud, probably because she had just heard them speaking ill behind her back.

Oh no!

Whether it was Kate or Cynthia, they couldn't afford to offend them.

"Cynthia, you're here, it's so hot today, let me hold the umbrella for you." "No need, you fence-sitter, go away!"