She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 729: The Tattoo on Her Back

Sophie's slender and elegant hand, adorned with black lace gloves, was an eye-catching sight as she paraded arm-in-arm with Rohan, the click-clack of her high heels resonating like a rhythmic beat.

Her words, delivered with a gentle smile and ruby lips, sent shivers down the spine of those who heard them. "Cheyenne has fallen victim to a curse. For the next seven days, she will be plagued by relentless nightmares, and will ultimately die in her sleep. Once she awakens from the nightmare, her heart will stop instantly upon crossing the threshold."

"Do you still intend to take her with you?"

Yvonne's lips quivered in shock, rendered motionless in an instant.

Eddie, holding Cheyenne's arm, tightened his grip involuntarily, hesitating as he stood frozen in place. Should he believe the woman's words?

Benson, with a bitter and resigned smile, stepped forward and gently took Cheyenne back from Eddie. Tenderly placing her on the bed and covering her with a blanket, his gaze lingered on her sleeping figure, filled with deep affection and reluctance.

If he had hesitated before, now he was resolute in his decision. Cheyenne meant more to Benson than anything else.

His indecisiveness hadn't gone unnoticed by Rohan, who furrowed his brow tightly, his dislike for Cheyenne growing. Firmly, he said, "Haicheng, she's just a woman. Don't forget, your fiancée has already been chosen."

Hearing this again, Benson's eyes revealed a mix of anger and disappointment as his hoarse voice echoed with a frosty tone. "You promised that Cheyenne and I would be engaged! You lied to me!" To this, Rohan replied, "I only promised to cancel your engagement to Miss Atkinson, but never said it would be with this woman. You will marry Linda."

Benson withdrew his gaze, clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his hand bulging like sturdy earthworms wriggling under his skin. "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me. I have only chosen Cheyenne."

Rohan valued Benson highly and wanted him to be his heir. However, if he continued to be disobedient, he would have to give up Benson and reluctantly choose his less talented daughter, Charlotte.

His gaze turned sharp and menacing, delivering a final warning to Benson. "For the last time, don't ruin your future over someone unrelated. If you obediently marry Miss Linda, become my heir, and obtain the map from Cheyenne, the emperor will bestow upon you a noble title!"

It meant the Miller family would prosper for generations to come.

Unfortunately, the future envisioned by his father was not the future Benson desired. All he could remember was his mother's last words before her death.

"Benson, go far away. You will live a much happier life if you can simply be a normal person."

Yes, the mundane life that so many despised was the very thing he yearned for in the darkness. "Father, that is your wish, not mine. I can help you with anything, I can even commit murder, but-" "You've already crossed my line, I won't help you anymore."

"You!"

Rohan was truly on the verge of being infuriated by his rebellious son.

"Alright, Mr. Miller, there's no need for you to be angry. I believe Master Darren has just been misled by that woman. As long as we get the map and kill Cheyenne, he will naturally come to his senses." Sophie gently and tenderly comforted the raging Rohan, using her feminine softness to lean against his arm, her voice as gentle as the wind.

Sure enough, after hearing her words, Rohan's anger subsided a bit. He nodded and continued, "Do you have a plan?"

Sophie's watery and enchanting eyes contained a bright glint, and she coquettishly said, "I saw it-Cheyenne tattooed the map on her back. It will appear when soaked in warm water."

That night, when Charlotte, that fool,

made her move on Cheyenne, she stood behind a pillar in the corridor, watching, Cheyenne was under an illusion, thinking she had fallen into a cold pool, but it was actually a hot spring. Her black dress, made of gauze, clung tightly to her exquisite body when wet, revealing a faint glimpse of the blue tattoo on her fair skin. The curves meandering. This was why Sophie guessed it was a map.

Just as she was about to go up and fish Cheyenne out of the pool for a closer look, she was preempted by a masked man.

She missed the perfect opportunity. So when Master Darren took the initiative to come and discuss the matter of cancelling the engagement, she quietly reminded him to seize this good chance.

When she found out that Master Darren had actually bought a sedative, she had someone quietly switch it to Devil's Ivy. Devil's Ivy had the effect of binding a person's consciousness.

Together with Rohan's Black Curse,

it could become a nightmare of murder, causing the cursed to live forever in a nightmare, until their ет spirit was exhausted and perished. But she had underestimated how much Master Darren cared for this woman. Just as she approached to snatch Cheyenne away, he gave her a hard slap on the face. "Don't touch her!"

Sophie's face flushed with anger as she stared coldly at the young man before her, her smile sinister. "Master Darren, you can't stop me."

No sooner had she finished

speaking when a series of "shuffling" footsteps sounded outside the door, and soon over a dozen armed bodyguards burst in. Guns were pointed at Yvonne's and Eddie's

heads respectively. The net

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extraordinary aura. At a glance, he was extraordinary, and his voice was full of magnetism. "Don't move!" For some reason, Eddie caught a whiff of a familiar scent. This-was it Kate's?