She Became Rich After Divorce

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...NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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 he 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.

The only way to lift the curse was - using the blood from the heart of the curse caster!

He and that old man were father and

son, sharing the same blood.

Moreover, he had received an inheritance in the ancestral shrine, with an ancient power flowing through his veins.

So unraveling the curse was actually quite simple.

The price, however, was that he might lose this extraordinary ability he had been gifted with and become an ordinary person. Benson had made up his mind. Today, he would become engaged to Cheyenne, and then they would marry on the seventh day.

On the night of their wedding, he would willingly give his heart's blood to Cheyenne.

But now, he had to do it ahead of time.

Father and son locked eyes, looking at each other with a hatred that seemed more fitting for enemies.

Rohan took a few deep breaths, coldly declaring, "Since you've chosen to betray the Miller family, consider yourself no longer my son. Do you think that by doing this, I will spare them? Not a chance!

"Go and capture that woman for me."

Upon hearing the order, the bodyguards hesitated.

Sophie still harbored resentment towards Benson for hurting her, and this was a perfect opportunity to strike back.

"What are you waiting for? Master Rohan announced that Darren is no longer part of this family."

"Yes!" Benson stood still without any resistance, his head hanging low, his thick and dark lashes concealing the sorrow in his eyes.

In that last moment, he had still naively held onto a tiny shred of hope for that man.

It turned out that even in death, he couldn't compare to the power and wealth his father envisioned.

Just when everyone believed that

today would truly be a disaster from

which they couldn't escape, a clear and burried voice suddenly came from the door.

"Father, no!"

Rohan's body trembled.

Subconsciously turning his head, he saw his beloved daughter being held at knifepoint by a tall figure wearing a silver mask, slowly approaching.

The silver blade pressed against her pale neck, leaving a thin red line.

Without a doubt, with even a slight exertion of force from the man, she would disappear forever.

Rohan's heart hung high in his chest. Darren Miller, that beast, had lost his usefulness.

Now, the Miller family's only hope was Charlotte.

She couldn't afford to have any accidents anymore.