She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 573

Chapter 573: Not Quite Comforted

Little did Cheyenne expect that when Gordon asked for her help, it was actually to visit the morgue and examine a body. She had been thinking about making a fortune today, but instead, she was greeted by a coffin. And to her astonishment, the man lying inside turned out to be Teagan Parry. He was definitely at the hospital yesterday.

The world truly is unpredictable, as no one knows what will happen in the next second. "Achoo!" Cheyenne suddenly sneezed, and in the next moment, like a butterfly effect, it triggered a synchronized action from the two men-taking off their jackets.

"Cheyenne, put this on," Kelvin said calmly, concealing his suppressed affection while eagerly awaiting Cheyenne's choice.

"Miss Lawrence, if you don't mind, you can wear mine. I just washed it yesterday," Gordon interjected, for some unknown reason, despite being a textbook straight guy.

Beside the three of them, Chris and the young police officer widened their eyes, secretly speculating on whose jacket Miss Lawrence would choose. The young police officer nudged Chris's arm with his elbow, wearing a proud grin, revealing his dazzling teeth under the light. Silly as it was, he extended two fingers in a gesture. Chris, unwilling to back down, extended one hand with all five fingers spread wide.

The silent "betting" process between the two men unfolded before Cheyenne's eyes. She gently brushed aside a strand of chestnut hair from her temple, tucking it behind her ear. Her delicate hand gracefully extended under their gazes.

As Cheyenne's hand reached towards the jacket in Gordon's hands, Kelvin's heart felt a pang of sourness, his face growing stern.

Seizing the opportunity, he directly draped his jacket over Cheyenne's slender shoulders.

By the time she realized it, warmth had already enveloped her body.

The jacket carried his distinctive scent, diluting the pungent odor of the morgue. Cheyenne let out a sigh of relief, finally deciding not to remove the jacket.

The young police officer was furious about Mr. Foley's cheating behavior. He turned his head towards Chris and, in a voice only they could hear, through gritted teeth, said, "Your Mr. Foley is really cheeky!"

Clearly, Miss Lawrence had already prepared to take Mr. Murillo's jacket. Not only did the nearly acquired $5, 000 disappear into thin air, but he even ended up paying $2, 000!

This time, the roles reversed, and Chris became the one with an attitude. He patted the police officer's shoulder forcefully, intentionally comforting him, saying, "It's just $2, 000, not a big deal. Don't be so stingy. You look like the sky is about to fall."

"It seems like I haven't been comforted," the officer replied.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne had fully immersed herself in her work and didn't pay attention to the childish conversation between the two men.

She held a long silver needle with her delicate hand, skillfully rotating it in front of the curious gazes of Kelvin and Gordon. The needle pierced Teagan's chest, brain, and stomach with nimble movements.

After almost ten centimeters of the silver needle penetrated his body, Cheyenne waited for several minutes before gently pulling it out, pressing on his stiffening skin.

"How is it?" Gordon eagerly asked.

Cheyenne presented the silver needle to him and shook her head. "You see, the color of the needle hasn't changed. He didn't die from poisoning."