She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 461: Take a Look at Yourself

No, in other words, he was Aidan!

Under the mask, the man smirked devilishly, his red lips curling up with a chuckle escaping from beneath the mask, sending a shiver down their spines. The man confidently strode towards Cheyenne and stopped in front of her, extending a well-defined hand and gripping her fair and delicate chin. Cheyenne was forced to lift her head and met the gaze of the man behind the mask.

It wasn't the usual deep black.

Instead, it had a hint of hazel, with slender almond-shaped eyes. The ratio of iris to sclera was higher than normal, making it a somewhat uncomfortable sight.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and it was clear that this person had a deceitful and cunning personality.

In Cheyenne's mind, an image suddenly appeared, overlapping with the eyes in front of her, and she understood.

"Master Davon, is this how you treat a guest who has done favors for the Todd family?"

The man gave a shallow smile, slowly releasing her chin, and complimented her, "Miss Lawrence, indeed, you are sharp-witted. You have recognized me."

"A person's appearance can change, but their scent never does. Master Davon, you exude the fragrance of XO brandy, which must be related to the industries you manage." "Unlike you, Master Iker, who emanates a cool lotus scent."

She had actually caught a whiff of it in the underground of the TWILIGHT last time, but she didn't pay much attention to it then.

When Davon approached her again just now, the scent of the brandy grew stronger, although it was mixed with the strong fragrance of his cologne, yet she still caught a hint of it. Kelvin couldn't help but wonder, what scent did he have?

Having been recognized, he no longer needed to keep wearing the stuffy mask. His revealed face indeed belonged to Master Davon.

"Why?"

Cheyenne didn't understand. He had already achieved a position where he lacked neither money nor power, so why did he choose to conspire with those people from TWILIGHT? Master Davon chuckled as if he had heard a joke. From a higher vantage point, he gazed down at Cheyenne, his eyes filled with desire and undisguised murderous intent. His gaze was aggressively invasive.

"Why? You dare to ask me why, haha. If you hadn't helped my older brother, maybe I would spare you."

"But you actually helped cure my older brother, which is not something you should have done. You escaped from the previous car accident. I hired a top-ranked killer with three hundred million dollars but you avoided his fatal attack. You're really lucky, huh?"

Then, he glanced meaningfully at Kelvin and continued, "But you're also a jinx. Mr. Foley had divorced you but still got involved, tsk tsk."

Cheyenne was speechless. "Master Davon, you do have such a superstition? It's okay. But Kelvin and me already had a clean break. It would be better if you just let him go."

Kelvin understood she was trying to protect him and felt moved, his eyes turning slightly red.

Davon hadn't expected that even at this point, Cheyenne would still speak up for Kelvin, who had caused harm to him.

Unfortunately, they both couldn't escape.

She suddenly realized and looked at Davon with a smile, showing no signs of impending doom.

"So, it was you who spent a fortune to hire someone to kill me, the Todd family is indeed wealthy! But next time, Master Davon, you can just give me the money directly. I don't mind putting on a show of suicide for you."

Davon frowned. Cheyenne was indeed a unique woman; others would have started begging for mercy by now.

He found himself increasingly intrigued by her.

"Next time? If you don't want to die, I'll give you a chance. Tell me, has my older brother recovered from his leg injury or not?"

"As long as you tell me that, I'll marry you and make you the mistress of the Todd family, enjoying endless riches and glory."

Coercion turned into temptation.

Kelvin tensed up, furrowing his brows. He sternly retorted, "Do you think she may fancy that position? Isn't the mistress of the Foley family more tempting?"

Cheyenne glanced at him disdainfully. "Thanks, Mr. Foley, but I'm not interested in that position either!"

"Haven't you tested each other already? How come you are all scared of a crippled Iker?"

As she spoke, Cheyenne looked interestedly at Davon's changing expression.

When he heard her mention Iker, his eyes flickered and flames of anger ignited. His face changed drastically. "Cheyenne, you're quite sharp-tongued. I wonder if your lips are as annoying as your words. Let me find out."

"Miss Berry, could you step outside for a moment? Miss Lawrence and I need to talk privately."

"You can try, then you'll know."

Abbie couldn't help but feel delighted by Master Davon's words. Was Master Davon going to make a move on Cheyenne? That was great.

She was certainly happy to see such a situation and exited the room.

Davon grabbed Cheyenne's chin with one hand and leaned his tall figure closer, as if about to kiss her.

The distance between them grew shorter and shorter. Kelvin, with icy coldness emanating from him, eagerly exclaimed, "Don't touch her!"

A chilling aura surrounded him, as though he had been submerged in icy water.

The more anxious he became, the more audacious Iker became. "I've

heard that you've been alone in a loveless marriage for three years It's truly pitiful. I guarantee that after you experience it with me just once, you'll fall in love with it. It's

something Kelvin can't give you."

Cheyenne felt nauseous. Davon had probably fooled around with countless women, and beneath his attractive facade, there were likely hidden diseases...

In comparison, Kelvin seemed cleaner.

Just as Davon's lips were about to touch hers, Cheyenne quietly untied the rope that bound her hands from behind her back. She had long

learned the skill of untying rope nex

with one hand. She hadn't freed herself earlier, but merely wanted to gather more useful information.

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As Davon's lips descended, she turned her face to the side, and the warm sensation landed on her cheek.

In that split second, Cheyenne's hand swiftly retrieved a silver needle from under her skirt and forcefully struck the back of the man's neck.

And as he was marveling at how fragrant Cheyenne was, everything went dark before his eyes, she lost his vision, and his body went stiff, except for his clear-mindedness. Suddenly, his body collapsed onto Cheyenne's.

With a disgusted expression, she reached out and pushed him away, and even gave him two hard kicks before feeling satisfied.

"Who do you think you are, daring to defile me with that filthy mouth of yours!"

"You should take a look at yourself in the mirror."