She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 427: Madam Erica Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Gordon.

He emerged from inside... with his face covered in black ashes, only revealing his black eyes. When he spoke, his snow-white teeth were even more dazzling. And the white figure that startled her was a white coat. It had "Hopedale Hospital" written on the chest along with its logo. How could this be a hospital uniform? Cheyenne was greatly shocked. There were traces of blood and green grass juice on the white coat.

It must have splattered on the person while passing through the woods, sticking the green leaves to the clothes. On second thought, she hadn't heard anyone in the hospital mention losing their uniform. She reached out her fair and tender hand and grabbed Gordon, curiously asking him, "Mr. Murillo, is there something under the fireplace?" Gordon held her small hand in his, a blush quickly flashing across his dark and handsface. He felt somewhat embarrassed and lowered his head. Girls' hands are so soft? When he recalled how he had dirtied Cheyenne's delicate and fair hand, he felt even more guilty.

In a haste, he climbed up, let go of Cheyenne's hand, and answered her, "It seems like there's a secret passage below. I only walked about twenty meters. It was too dark, so I didn't dare to go any further. I will bring my men here for further investigation.

Cheyenne agreed, continuing to speculate, "If this secret passage leads outside, it could explain why there are no footprints outside, but suddenly footprints appeared on the stairs." "Yes, that's possible!" Gordon deeply appreciated Cheyenne's intelligence. His liking for her deepened a bit. After putting on his clothes, a gust of wind blew, and the putrid smell in the air made both of them grimace. Cheyenne covered her nose with her small hand, expressing her disdain, "Let's go, this place is so stinky." He quickly took something in his hand and said, "Miss Lawrence, lady first." His gentlemanly side surprised her, and she smiled, her crescent-shaped eyes almost narrowed into a line. A teasing voice sounded in Gordon's ear, "I thought all you policemen were unromantic guys." Gordon smiled wryly, pondered and said, "That can actually be true, given the nature of our work. So most of us aren't really romantic. There are many of us in our 30s who are still unmarried." He unexpectedly started complaining about his single status.

Seeing the obvious traces of a bitter smile on his face, Cheyenne felt curious. "How is that possible? Mr. Murillo, you hold a high position, you're young, and there are many women who like you." Gordon laughed without saying a word, his face clearly reflecting a shadow of sadness.

He did have someone he liked, but that person's status was too high, while he was just a lowly policeman with no future prospects. They simply weren't a match.

There was a story behind this expression. Cheyenne loved gossip the most. While walking in front without turning back, she couldn't resist asking, "Who is the person you like, Mr. Murillo? Can I know?" Gordon gave a vague answer, "She's in Onistead, and I'm afraid I won't see her in this lifetime. Miss Lawrence, please don't ask anymore." He spoke lightly, but Cheyenne seemed to see his sadness. She could empathize with him.

With a knowing expression, she comfortingly patted Gordon's shoulder, leaving him somewhat puzzled.

"Anyway, Mr. Murillo, keep up the good work. For now, getting rich is easier than getting out of being single!" As Cheyenne continued her exaggerated remarks, Gordon quickly changed the subject. “By the way, there have been snew developments in the case!" When it cto the case, Cheyenne immediately shifted into a professional mode and turned her head to ask, "What?" "We located Konner's wife, who found a diary while sorting through his belongings. It contains suseful information. You can take a look later, Miss Lawrence." "Alright." At the entrance, the assistant who had just left returned with a police car waiting for them. Cheyenne and the assistant got into the car and headed back. The diary was delivered to her mansion near dusk. Cheyenne sat on the couch and opened the diary. It contained sof Konner's journal entries, mostly trivial matters that were of little importance. Many of them were about what he did today, where he drove what cigarettes he smoked, and who he saw. There were also numerous complaints about his employer.

The diary recorded up until about three months ago when there was finally a change. One entry read: "I finally made 100, 000 today, in less than a minute! Damn, it's so easy for rich people to make money. Money begets more money! While poor people have to work their whole lives. Fuck, it's unfair." From Konner's cryptic words, Cheyenne guessed that he was referring to Soar Casino. There were several more entries that mentioned Soar Casino. One of them said, "Today, I followed the young master to the money house to gamble again. It's really a good place. Not only does money cand go, but there are also beautiful women to flirt with! But just when I made a little money, the young master calledup to send Mr. K home!" The last entry caught Cheyenne's attention. It was the most important and valuable clue so far. Konner wrote that he drove with Erica to the Cloud Hotel so she could meet Aidan and joked that Erica was a woman pretending to be noble.

The rest of the entries mentioned that he was still searching for materials for the young master, as finding those materials would allow him to continue gambling. His goal for this year was to buy a large house, a beachfront villa, where his two children could attend an elite school.

It was easy to see that although Konner had lost his conscience, he was still a good father. After finishing the diary, Cheyenne closed it, absentmindedly placing it on the table as she fell into deep thought. Aidan and Erica had shared a room together? That meant the two of them must have had sconnection. This perhaps corroborated her and Kelvin's initial speculation. Aidan was indeed a member of the Todd family! But who could it be? It seemed that she could only meet Erica in person to find out. The next day, it was a sunny and beautiful summer day. Erica was playing at the racetrack with her son when she suddenly received a message from Cheyenne, inviting her to meet up.

Erica was clearly taken aback. Why would Miss Lawrence suddenly invite her for coffee? After hesitating for a moment, Erica decided to dress up and go to the meeting.

Before leaving, she simply instructed her household staff to take care of her son and said nothing about where she was going or whom she was meeting.

At a corner café, Cheyenne and Gordon sat together. Surprisingly, even from behind, their figures seemed to blend harmoniously. The tall and handsman and the petite and alluring woman created an adorable height difference. People passing by couldn't help but cast envious glances.

As Erica stepped into the café, she immediately saw the two sitting together and her gaze turned slightly angry as she looked at Cheyenne. She had initially thought that Cheyenne had feelings for Iker.

However, she turned around and saw Cheyenne with another man. How could a fickle woman like Cheyenne deserve her Iker?

This sight of Cheyenne made Erical feel that Iker deserved someoneand better. Perhaps her gaze was too direct and intense, as Cheyenne noticed the malice in her eyes turned around to look at her. Erica was dressed in a white lace dress, with her exquisite curls cascading down her back. She was wearing a pair of red high heels and carrying a limited edition designer handbag. Cheyenne took the initiative to greet Erica, saying, "Madam Erica, over here." Erica walked over with elegant steps. As soon as she took her seat, she couldn't help but respond to Cheyenne in a curt tone, emphasizing her distance. "Miss Lawrence, I don't recall our relationship being close enough for you to invitefor coffee. So, what do you want from me?" "If there's nothing important, I should go back. You know I'm busy taking care of my child," Erica added, standing up to leave.

Cheyenne smiled lightly and reached out her fair and delicate hand, gently gripping Erica's shoulder. Her bright Ο ΓΙ sun.

gaze was as dazzling as the "Madam Erica, there's no need to rush. Let's have a glass of iced coffee first. It's so hot outside, you wouldn't want to risk getting heatstroke. And would you like to eat sstrawberry sundae ice cream?"