She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 730

Chapter 730: Pointing a Gun at the Future Brother-in-Law's Head

Underneath the fearsome mask, there was a trace of unease on the man's handsome face, resembling a piece of flawless white jade. Upon closer inspection, one could notice that the hand holding the gun under his robe was trembling slightly. Can he not tremble? He was pointing a gun at his future brother-in-law's head...

Benson, who was observing closely, noticed the man's subtle change and his curiosity grew. Just as he was about to turn his head to take a look at the person, something familiar caught his eye on the man's wrist. It was a cute silver bell. If he remembered correctly, he had given that as a gift to Kate. How did it end up with this man? Did something happen to Kate? What did they do to her?

However, all of this was just his conjecture. Perhaps... it was just a coincidence that they had the same item.

The current situation was like being trapped in a barrel, with no way to escape. Were they really going to hand over Cheyenne to these bad people?

Sophie thought victory was already assured and walked gracefully towards Cheyenne's bed, ready to undress her. But Benson gave her a cold warning look, "I told you, don't touch her!"

"Heh, Master Darren. You yourself are no saint, so why bother caring so much? Cheyenne is going to die anyway. I suggest you forget about her and accept reality sooner!"

Sophie met Rohan when she was sixteen and had been with him for almost ten years. In these ten years, Rohan taught her many things, including socializing, explosives, and killing... She was his most beloved lover and also the sharpest blade in his hands.

Countless political figures and wealthy elites had died at her hands. However, she knew that in his heart, Rohan cared the most about his youngest son. That was probably the reason why she didn't go all out against him. After all, what threat did a mere piano player pose to her?

But at the next moment, Sophie paid the price for her ignorance. She didn't even consider the fact that Rohan had been grooming Darren as his successor. How could she, who had learned everything, expect that the heir apparent wouldn't surpass her? In fact, he was even more outstanding than her.

Just as her hand reached Cheyenne's blanket, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a chilling hand. The glint of silver flashed. Then, a painful scream escaped Sophie's lips. Looking closely, she saw a cut on her arm, and blood flowed from underneath her black long sleeve to her wrist. Black, white, and red intertwined, creating the most beautiful colors in this world.

Once again, a deep and disdainful voice echoed in her ears, emanating from a man with deep-set eyes. "I warned you not to touch her!"

"You!" Sophie clutched her injured arm, biting her red lip, and turned to Rohan with a pitiful look. "Darling, my hand hurts so much, it's all because of your good son!"

Rohan frowned. "Someone, remove this woman's arm for me!"

He was referring to Yvonne. As soon as he spoke, two bodyguards quickly drew their knives from their waists and menacingly approached Yvonne. The latter's face turned pale, and she tightly closed her eyes. She had already lived for almost sixty years, and her only regret in life was not receiving a definitive answer from him. The most comforting thing was seeing her granddaughter excel. Wind Hall finally had a successor.

"My good son, are you angry? Listen to me first, become the family head, and then you'll be qualified to negotiate with me, haha," Rohan said with a hearty laugh, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Benson.

Little did he know that Benson was just as stubborn as he had remembered, and it was clear - as long as he was willing to yield, things would be different.

But Benson, with his inherent pride and the dragon blood running through his Chulae veins, was as unyielding as iron. He would rather die than bow down.

In front of Rohan, he truly took out the dagger from his waist, without blinking, and stabbed himself in the heart.

Splatter .

The dagger pierced his skin, the sound of it penetrating his body clear and distinct.

Fresh blood poured forth from his chest, soon soaking the navy blue robe, making its color even darker.

"You ungrateful child!" Rohan trembled with anger, roaring in fury.

But the young man faced him with a faint mocking smile on his face, using his own hand to bring a handful of crimson blood to Cheyenne's lips.

He fed it to her.