She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: A Secret Room

She grabbed the nearby metal chair and smashed it towards the window. Glass shattered, and countless shards scattered around.

The chase was momentarily halted for a second.

"Now is the time, let's go!" Cheyenne shouted, grabbing Kelvin's hand and holding onto his waist tightly. She jumped towards the broken window, her high-heeled shoes stepping on the nearby steps.

Kelvin's hand pressed on her shoulder, his other arm wrapped around her slender and smooth waist. His black suit intertwined with her silver-white skirt as they jumped together.

Just above their heads were the fragments of broken glass. Fearful, Cheyenne closed her eyes involuntarily, her grip tightening.

The scene was like a beautiful and dreamlike duet of mermaids in the deep sea, a picture that belonged in a fairy tale appeared before everyone's eyes.

Just before they landed, Kelvin used his body to cushion her fall. His back hit the ground heavily, and the shards of glass cut through his exquisitely tailored suit.

A muffled groan escaped from behind his azure fox mask.

Cheyenne only felt a slight jolt, landing on something soft. There was no pain whatsoever.

Without waiting for her to ask about Kelvin's condition, the two hastily got up from the ground. Three or four executioners in black robes were still present on the long and narrow corridor.

Aidan, accompanied by his men, chased after them. He held a gun and aimed at Kelvin's leg.

"Stop!"

"Stop them for me!"

The corridor turned chaotic as people fell and rolled. Kelvin pulled a black-robed person towards him, taking the bullet that was from Aidan. Suppressing the pain in his shoulder and back, he pulled Cheyenne's hand and hurried towards the stairwell.

Wherever the two of them passed, the surroundings were in a mess.

Cheyenne, wearing high heels, felt like her feet were about to break as she almost stumbled.

"Are you okay?" His gaze looked at her ankle with concern. The strap of her high-heeled sandals had broken at some point, causing her foot to twist.

Her delicate and slender foot swelled up high, with several bloody cuts caused by the glass, blood flowing through them.

But behind them were the relentless pursuers.

They couldn't stop.

Kelvin quickly crouched down and told her, "Climb up on my back."

"I'm fine, let's go quickly," Cheyenne bit her lip and refused his offer.

How could he escape with her on his back?

He should have left earlier when she told him to. If they were caught, there would be no one left to deliver the message.

Without a word, Kelvin suddenly lifted her horizontally.

Her body went weightless for a second, and then she realized she was being held in his arms, her face turning slightly red.

"Kelvin, don't be stubborn. Your hands..." She pointed out that his hands were still bleeding.

"Left or right?" he asked.

Cheyenne quickly glanced and chose the left. There were rooms with locked doors ahead.

In the midst of their panic, they hid in one of the rooms. The room was dimly lit, with many tall iron shelves, covered by a huge piece of black velvet that seemed to absorb all light and sound. The air carried an indescribable eerie and sinister feeling.

Kelvin pulled her hand and hid behind the shelf, close to the wall, listening attentively to the sounds outside.

"Search, search every room, and find them for me!"

The enraged voice carried immense murderous intent, as if they wished to tear them apart.

"Yes."

Footsteps could be heard outside. It felt as if someone had entered the room they were in, and Cheyenne's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

In the dark night, Kelvin's deep and profound eyes were also fixed on the slowly opening door.