Chapter 463: As Long as Cheyenne is Safe

Abbie was dead. Cheyenne hated her, wishing she could have personally taken revenge on her enemy. But she never expected Abbie to die in front of her like this. With her death, all the past grievances and enmity were erased... Cheyenne silently put away her knife. Subconsciously, she glanced at Kelvin from the corner of her eye, bracing herself, ready to accept any blame he might place on her. It was indeed because she took Abbie as a hostage that the assassins came. To her surprise, Kelvin's face showed no expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a faint trace of sorrow between them. The current situation didn't allow Cheyenne to waste any more time talking to him. Davon and his men surrounded the two of them, and Cheyenne stood her ground, clenching her fists tightly, preparing herself for a desperate fight. "Attack!" People dressed in black robes came at Cheyenne with their weapons, their aggression palpable. Their movements were so swift that a cool breeze