She Became Rich After Divorce novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Mr. Foley Strikes Again

The air was filled with the scent of blood.

Laughter from the group of devils echoed in her ears.

For a moment, Cheyenne felt overwhelmed, realizing her own insignificance and powerlessness.

Whether it was the little girl who was brutally killed or Jonathan, she couldn't save them...

Kelvin's words gave her a glimmer of determination amidst the confusion, "I understand now."

Seeming to sense her lingering worry about Jonathan, Kelvin hesitated for a few seconds, then grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him.

The back of her cocktail dress revealed smooth skin, pressed against his warm chest.

Feeling the heat, Cheyenne quickly pushed him away. This sudden intimacy caused her face to darken, glaring at him with indignation, and scolding him in a huff.

"What are you doing?"

"Hush, maybe there's another way to save Mr. Owen."

"What way?"

"Come with me."

He said mysteriously, grabbing her hand and leading her away from the floor minus two to the floor minus one. It felt like entering a completely different world.

Similar to most bars on the outside, only the scale was grander, and the lavish decorations hinted at luxury. She glanced casually at the labels on the liquor cabinet - all seemingly priced in five figures.

Young men and women on the dance floor were immersed in the music, twisting their bodies, shaking their heads. The air was infused with an intoxicating atmosphere of excess.

Cheyenne's stunning figure and outrageously long legs quickly caught the attention of many men. A drunken young man with blonde hair approached, his speech slurred.

He reached out to touch Cheyenne's mask.

"Hey babe, with such a hot body, you can't be an ugly duckling. Let me have a look, if you're pretty enough, I'll buy you a drink."

Before the young man's hand could reach Cheyenne, Kelvin stared at him with fierce eyes, and just as he was about to step forward to teach him a lesson, a cry of pain was heard from the young man...

Cheyenne decisively delivered a quick and precise blow to the man's most vulnerable area.

The dancing figures around them all came to a halt, and the male onlookers frowned in empathy.

The sound of gasps filled the air.

Someone muttered, "This girl is really tough!"

Cheyenne was wearing pointed high heels, and the designer had embellished a small piece of metal on the tip.

Kelvin's eyes darkened slightly, his lips twitched. This... left him at a loss.

He finally had a chance to play the hero and save the beauty.

But the beauty had resolved the situation, making him seem unnecessary here.

The young man, writhing in pain after being kicked, glared fiercely at the two in front of him. "You shamelessly attacked me. If you have the guts, let's fight fair and square."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheyenne mercilessly stomped on his chest, grinding her heel down with force.

The angle of her tilt accentuated her slender legs and graceful figure.

Her playful laughter sent chills down everyone's spines. Cheyenne looked at the young man with disdain, her eyes coldly fixed on his crotch.

In a cool and composed voice, she said, "So small, only seven centimeters? And you have the audacity to come and hit on me. Have you seen the guy next to me?"

"His is eighteen centimeters."

Like why he came here...

Like why he seemed familiar with this place...

And... why was he shamelessly holding her hand again?

Just as Cheyenne was about to shake off his hand, she heard Kelvin's deep and solemn voice above her.

"Don't fuss. The routes here are complicated, and you might get lost and fall into the hands of those people. There are people who go missing here every month..."

Reluctantly, she decided not to resist, thinking of what she had just witnessed.

The girl trapped in the cage was probably one of the missing persons.

For some reason, Cheyenne stopped struggling and let him lead her.

In a place she couldn't see, Kelvin's lips curled into a victorious smile.

The waiter led them to room number one. The entrance of the room was marked with a metallic "VIP" sign, distinguishing it from the other rooms.

Upon entering, they found a fresh and elegant modern decor. Warm yellow lights shone on the mahogany furniture, giving it an antique feel.

A purple clay tea set worth a fortune was placed on the table.

Kelvin walked over and sat down, starting to prepare tea. He pointed to the empty seat next to him and said, "After being here for so long, why don't you sit down, have a cup of tea, and take a rest?"

Frustrated, Cheyenne walked over and kicked the trash can in front of him.

"Mr. Foley, did you pay again?"

Otherwise, how could he receive VIP treatment everywhere he went?