She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 575: I Was the Unlucky One

Inside the box, along with various women's clothing, there were also two sets of men's suits. The wall was covered with a multitude of photos, and the scenes within fascinated Cheyenne, with at least a dozen different individuals featured.

Among them were some familiar faces-Jane and Nora were among them. Although Cheyenne was not an inexperienced young girl, she and Kelvin were quite traditional when they slept together...

She discreetly glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eye, only to find Kelvin deeply engrossed in examining a particular photo. Curiosity piqued, Cheyenne approached and took a look, puckering her red lips as she let out an exclamation, "Tsk tsk, this is quite daring, isn't it? Bondage? It seems rather intriguing..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Kelvin lowered his head and looked at her, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. His husky voice resounded in her ear. "Does Cheyenne like this?" It seemed that he was too gentle.

Cheyenne choked for a moment, as she was merely appreciating it, not necessarily liking it...

To conceal her embarrassment, she deliberately adopted a sarcastic tone and whispered, "Isn't this what you like? You're examining it so seriously, as if you'd stick your eyes onto it!"

She admitted that the girl in the photo did indeed have an attractive figure, with a slim waist and long legs-qualities that men typically appreciated.

Clearly, her tone revealed jealousy.

Kelvin pulled her toward the photo, his tone tinged with helplessness. "Cheyenne, don't be so quick to jump to jealousy. Take a closer look at the woman in this picture. Don't you feel that something is amiss?" Although he secretly hoped that Cheyenne would get jealous for once, he knew it was an impossible task.

Upon hearing his words, this time, she finally calmed down and carefully observed the photo on the wall. The woman pinned down beneath Teagan... did give her a sense of familiarity.

Wait!

Cheyenne's small hand landed on the raised curve of her own neck, her finger pointing at the prominent protrusion, as she said in a hushed voice, "Adam's apple... an Adam's apple."

Finally, she stared intensely at Kelvin's Adam's apple. Under her direct and innocent gaze, the man's Adam's apple rolled silently twice, and a stream of heat quickly surged through his body, spreading rapidly through his limbs.

If she continued to look like this, something would happen!

Kelvin took a sharp breath, trying to calm himself down. He adjusted her posture and faced the photo once again.

While forcibly calming himself, he continued in her ear, "Not only that, look at the beads on this person's wrist. I've seen them on Vincent's wrist too."

Cheyenne nodded. "Hmm? And that tattoo is familiar too, it's from TWILIGHT."

"However, based on my estimation, the man in this picture shouldn't be Vincent. He seems to be slightly taller."

It wasn't Vincent, but he had the same bracelet.

But... Davon also had the same bracelet. Previously, at the TWILIGHT, he had used Aidan's alias to try to intimidate her.

Cheyenne had noticed the same beads on Davon's wrist.

"Could it be that the woman in this picture is actually Master Davon in disguise? Teagan gives the beads, and he might just give them to whoever he's interested in!" It was like a kind of hint.

Receiving the beads from him was equivalent to receiving a room key.

Kelvin couldn't help but find Cheyenne's thoughts amusing and exasperating. Such a thing couldn't possibly happen.

Although there were indeed homosexuals among the wealthy, they didn't openly engage in relationships as explicitly as Cheyenne suggested. Most of them kept it concealed. It was similar to Master Davon cross-dressing; while it might be a form of romance between lovers, it was mostly to hide the fact that they were homosexuals.

Among this pile of cluttered photos, Cheyenne finally managed to find various angles of this tattooed "woman."

There was a frontal photo of her, taken while he was doing his makeup.

Indeed, it was Davon.

Now that both parties involved were dead, even though they knew about the illicit relationship between these two individuals and their connection to TWILIGHT, they were temporarily unable to find out the cause of Mr. Parry's death.

"There are some receipts here, but I can't understand them. Do you have any idea?" she asked, pointing to the receipts.

The young police officer found a blue folder and a pair of thin, elongated notes from a metal tin box. The notes had unfamiliar numbers and language written on them. "Pass them over, let me take a look," Gordon said.

When Gordon saw the small notes, he was completely confused. What kind of script was this? It didn't look like English.

"This is Nastar," Kelvin suddenly spoke up, his tone extremely certain.

Cheyenne also leaned in, picking up one of the notes and looking at the text. Her red lips slightly parted as she attempted to translate the meaning. "C3-5S78, Dodiff." Dodiff was a city in the north of Nastary.

"What does C3-5S78 mean?" everyone asked, filled with curiosity.

Cheyenne discovered many different sets of numerical codes in the small box. "C-4B098, Yheehull. M-1A367, Stresa."

As she recited them, Kelvin seemed to have an idea and returned to the computer.

With lightning-fast speed, he searched the series of numerical codes in Teagan's computer, and as he had anticipated...

"I found it. These are product codes."

Everyone gathered around the computer, and Kelvin stopped the mouse on the taskbar for incoming orders. The string of numbers that Cheyenne had recited matched perfectly. "5S78 is the fifth level," Kelvin explained. "The employer specifically wants the left hand of a female model. The 'ingredients' are to be delivered to Dodiff."

The ingredients were obtained through TWILIGHT.

"4B098 is a second-level task," Kelvin

continued. "The employer's request is relatively simple. They want a Buddhist amulet to build their reputation. They bought a seven-month-old baby in Yheehull, Nastary, and extracted the child

from the pregnant woman's womb to make the amulet."

Teagan also managed to trace the real name of this employer-JC.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"M-1A367 is a first-level task with a bid of 2 billion," Kelvin said. "And the content is about Cheyenne."

The employer's request was to kill Cheyenne.

Everyone's gaze turned to her simultaneously. It turned out that she had narrowly escaped death several times before. Behind the

scenes, it wasn't just Davon

involved, but also Teagan.

Thinking back to the accident scene, the masked man in charge was Teagan. She had accidentally broken his bracelet. Kelvin tightened his grip on his large hand. "Cheyenne..."

His Adam's apple rolled, and just as he was about to utter solemn words, he heard Cheyenne's cold and commanding voice.

"What's ridiculous is that now all the people taking the order are dead. In the end, it seems that I have a stronger will to live." "I want to see who is behind all of this!"