The red light cast an eerie and dim glow over the entire room. The snow-white walls formed a natural movie screen, with the projector placed less than a meter away from Cheyenne. She quietly watched as images flickered across the screen.
In front of her lay a field of corpses, with blood staining the small stream at the village entrance red. The density of the river water increased, forcing fish to surface for air. They discovered bodies floating in the water and began to devour them like some kind of feed.
More and more fish gathered around the floating corpse, gnawing on its flesh in a gruesome yet spectacular scene.
Cheyenne could almost smell the strong scent of blood even through the screen. Eight months pregnant, she couldn’t help but feel nauseous and retch.
But others in that room were watching with relish. Sophie intentionally pressed fast-forward to switch to another scene.
A weak crying sound accompanied by screams for help filled their ears as they watched an unknown woman struggling desperately onscreen, her hair disheveled so much that her face was obscured from view. Her white cashmere dress was dyed varying shades of red from bloodstains all over it.
The woman was being held captive by someone who viciously grabbed her hair and plunged her head into river water repeatedly until pink bubbles emerged from its surface along with fragments of corpses that inevitably flowed into Nora’s belly below it all.
Her stomach began swelling continuously while she tasted both rancid smells mixed together – worse than rotten eggs!
“I beg you… please don’t kill me!” Nora cried out intermittently between gasps for air while being submerged under water. “It’s… it’s Cheyenne who made me do this!”
“You go kill her! I swear I was telling the truth.”
Nora spoke intermittently, but during her attempts to speak, she was repeatedly pushed underwater. The winter river water was bone-chillingly cold, leaving her completely soaked. Her woolen skirt, now damp, weighed heavily on her, and when the cold wind blew, she felt on the verge of fainting from the intense cold.
However, the pain on her scalp brought her back to the harsh reality once again. And the one holding Nora captive was none other than her former close friend and should-have-been-imprisoned Danielle.
Something had happened between the two of them, leading to their current state of enmity. Nora had cunningly redirected Danielle’s anger towards Cheyenne, which was in line with her usual style, wasn’t it?
Cheyenne had long since become accustomed to such behavior anyway!
Sophie stood there, watching with a look of amusement on her face. She was almost clapping in approval.
“Don’t think that just because Master Sam is protecting you, you can do whatever you want,” she said to Cheyenne.
“Did you see? Danielle is out there looking for you. You’ll be her next victim.”
Before Sophie could finish her sentence, she cut off the video feed.
The last image frozen on the screen was Nora slowly falling to the ground.
Danielle looked up at the camera and smiled. Blood still stained her face, highlighting her cold and vicious eyes like those of a vulture.
Cheyenne seemed unfazed by Sophie’s taunts as she lazily yawned and gracefully made her way towards the door while holding onto her stomach.
She turned back around to offer some advice. “Miss Todd, instead of wasting your time here, why don’t you watch some news and educate yourself?”
“I heard that the Todd family has removed your name from their family tree. And among Onistead’s four socialites, they’ve kicked you out mercilessly.”
“Oh yes! Your glorious achievements in Jostrana have made it to number one on trending topics.”
“Congratulations! It seems like soon enough, you’ll be Master Sam’s stepmother.”
Cheyenne hit a nerve with Sophie – it was like pouring salt into an open wound. Her reputation in Jostrana had been ruined after Rohan’s death; the new head of the Miller family had issued a kill order against Sophie for conspiring with traitors against their country.
The Todd family couldn’t accept someone who killed their own father and worked alongside traitors either; Iker took over as acting head of household and banished both Sophie and her mother from the Todd family altogether.
Now that her appearance was ruined and her prospects were shattered, the only person Nora could rely on was Gregory. If he could find the location of the ancient tomb and overthrow the reign of the Harrison family soon, she could at least become a second lady.
That old woman, Gracie, was over ten years older than her. In the end, it would be Sophie who would prevail. At that time, Nora would make Iker kneel down and personally beg her to return.
As far as Cheyenne was concerned, Danielle was nothing more than a mere annoyance; not even worth considering despite being pregnant herself.
As Cheyenne approached the door, she deliberately stopped to glance back at Sophie still standing inside. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes that sparkled brightly.
“Enjoying the show? Why don’t you stay and watch it again in here?”
With a loud bang, Cheyenne closed the door to the screening room shut.
Sophie quickly snapped out of her daze and found Cheyenne swiftly inserted the key into the lock while humming a tune.
“What are you trying to do, Cheyenne?” Sophie asked nervously as she scurried over in her high heels, afraid that Cheyenne might use TWILIGHT’s tactics on her for fun.
After locking the door from outside, Cheyenne tossed the keys into a nearby trash can before making a face at Sophie.
“Do you want out? Sure thing! You can turn yourself into a fly and crawl your way out,” said Cheyenne with laughter. “Or maybe if you’re lucky enough, someone might just happen to pass by.”
Cheyenne joked while rubbing her pregnant belly before turning around and walking away nonchalantly.
Pass by my ass! This place is off-limits; no one comes here except for those who come to develop their photos! If she waits for someone to rescue her here, it could be days before anyone passes by!
Sophie was so angry that even her mouth twisted as she cursed at Cheyenne’s retreating figure.
“Cheyenne, come back! You wicked bitch; I curse you with difficult childbirth!”
Hearing this remark from afar made Cheyenne furrow her eyebrows tightly. She turned around and took several steps towards Sophie until they were almost face-to-face. Her breath felt icy cold against Sophie’s skin.
“What do you want to do?”
Cheyenne’s face was stern, her eyes filled with disgust and coldness.
“I warn you. You can insult me but never dare insult my child!”
She couldn’t bear losing another child again!