She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 408: Intimidate Crazy Fans "Miss Lawrence, how's the temperature in the room? Is it hot? Should we lower the air conditioning a bit more?" Cheyenne felt a bit warm, but her grandfather, being an elderly person with a weak immune system, might catch a cold if it was too cold. So she declined.

"What about the watermelon? Is it sweet?" "It's okay, not very sweet. Do we have any grapes? Actually, I prefer grapes." As Layne spoke, he accidentally spat out two black watermelon seeds, one of them sticking to his beard, which seemed surprisingly funny.

Upon hearing this, a few staff members standing by couldn't help but twitch their lips. These two really treated the police station like a vacation resort, didn't they? Having watermelon to eat was already good enough, and now they shamelessly asked for grapes.

However, Gordon immediately took out his wallet, pulled out two bills, and told his subordinate to go buy them. "Quickly, go and buy two pounds of grapes for old Mr. Edwards." The young man seemed to be a newly appointed rookie and was dumbfounded when he saw such a scene for the first time.

He didn't know if he should take the money....

Seeing him hesitate, Gordon lightly kicked him in the buttocks, "What are you standing there for? Go quickly!" "Yes, yes." The young man clenched the money tightly and prepared to leave. But after stepping out of the threshold, he backed up and suddenly popped out, looking as cute as a groundhog. "Um... Miss Lawrence, may I ask if you prefer green or purple grapes?" "Purple ones." "And would you like them with or without seeds?" "Seedless! Hurry up, and don't asksilly questions like whether I want them peeled or not. Be careful, or I'll hit you." Listening to her teasing words with a smile, the young man's face turned serious, and he quickly ran off. Inside the room, after finishing the two watermelons, Cheyenne gracefully took out a wet tissue from the table and wiped her hands slowly while glancing at Gordon.

"Mr. Murillo, you don't have to be so polite. Please, have a seat and let's talk," Cheyenne said.

Gordon finally sat down on the sofa across from Cheyenne and took out the neatly organized information from his hands.

"This is the information we currently have. Please take a look, Miss Lawrence." Cheyenne nodded and lazily picked up the documents to examine them. She learned that the body was found in the ruins near the hospital, and the cause of death was a stab wound that pierced through the aorta, resulting in fatal bleeding.

There were no other signs of a struggle on the body, indicating that the killer struck swiftly and with precision. It could be either a skilled surgeon who was knowledgeable about human anatomy, or a professional hitman.

Coincidentally, both of these points applied to Cheyenne.

The most compelling evidence the police had now was that they found several strands of Cheyenne's hair on Jase's lab coat. Additionally, she happened to be out of Akloit on the day of the crime. Cheyenne found this situation quite troublesome. Three days ago, she was indeed in Akloit, but she couldn't reveal that she had spent those missing three days at TWILIGHT, or Jonathan's life would be in danger.

"Mr. Murillo, I'm sorry. Three days ago, I was actually in Akloit, but I can't tell you where I went during that time," Cheyenne said.

He was infuriated by Miss Lawrence's blunt and arrogant attitude.

He remembered Master Iker's warning and the phone call from Mr. Lara. He felt defeated. How could Cheyenne have the protection of both the Lara family and the Todd family at the stime? Bitterly smiling, he placed his hand on his knee.

"Miss Lawrence, this matter concerns your own innocence. Please, consider it carefully. The Chambers family is not to be taken lightly. Jase is Rex's brother-in-law, and Juliana, his niece, is a public figure." The situation had becquite serious, with Juliana's zealous fans showing up at the police station every day, held signs demanding severe punishment for Cheyenne.

He had said everything he could, but Cheyenne still refused to disclose her whereabouts from three days ago. If she wanted to prove her innocence, she would have to find clues from elsewhere.

"Mr. Murillo, can you taketo the crscene?" Cheyenne asked.

Gordon agreed.

He had a car prepared and personally took Cheyenne and old Mr. Edwards along.

As soon as they stepped outside the police station, Juliana's fans spotted Cheyenne.

Suddenly, someone screamed, "She's here!" and Cheyenne becthe target of everyone's anger.

Various rotten vegetables, stinky eggs, and even stones were thrown at her. The crowd's eyes were bloodshot as they glared at Cheyenne with furious expressions.

"Murderer! Cheyenne, you bitch, why don't you go die!" "She's an orphan, no parents to take care of her. Cheyenne is nothing but a piece of rat droppings." "Beat her! Let her pay for bullying our dear Juliana, you slut!" "Cheyenne, go to hell!" The crowd had completely lost their rationality, making it impossible to communicate. The scene was chaotic, with waves of hostility.

Layne's eyes turned red, and he quickly shielded Cheyenne behind him, his voice trembling as he explained, "Everyone, please calm down. My granddaughter Cheyenne is not the murderer. Please, stop hurting her." Before he could finish his sentence, a palm-sized stone suddenly cflying and hit him right on the head without deviation.

A muffled sound echoed, and red blood flowed down his silver-white hair, staining his face.

It was a shocking sight.

"Grandpa!" Cheyenne cried out, reaching out to support the staggering body of Layne.

With bloodshot eyes, she turned her gaze towards the person who threw the stone.

With a quick flick of her foot, the stone on the ground jumped up and was grabbed by her hand. In a split second, she struck the culprit with lightning-fast speed.

"Ah! My eyes!" The stone she threw hit the stone-throwing idolized fan's eyes.

Both eyes immediately turned bruised and swollen.

This happened so quickly that no one even saw when Cheyenne made her move.

The loud and noisy voices finally quieted down, with only one person still stubbornly clamoring for Cheyenne to pay for her actions.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been terrified in the face the face of so many aggressive people.

However, Cheyenne stood tall, her back straight, and her gaze calm and composed. "If I'm guilty, let the law judge me! Who do you think you are? Just brainwashed fans of Juliana, a bunch of social parasites who spend their parents' money to worship stars!" "You don't study properly at such a young age, with distorted values and twisted features, you bunch of madmans!" "Is it Juliana, the madman queen, who sent you here?"

"Don't accuseof being guilty.

Even if I am, you have no right to m harm my personal safety!. Not to mention hitting my grandpa. He's already seventy. Can you afford the consequences?"

Cheyenne's voice was powerful and resounding. With a commanding presence and sharp words, those who were still thinking of throwing stones hesitated after seeing the fate of the previous perpetrator. With her own strength, she intimidated the entire crowd.