Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0165

It was then that I noticed the green hospital gown she had on. My puzzled frown still remained though, So how did you get into my house then?"

She smirked again, "This is why you should have agile people around you. Your poor neighbor is an old lady with an equally rotten, poor eyesight, she mistook me for whoever lives with you. I quickly told her I forgot my keys and you wouldn't pick up your phone, so she let me climb over her wall."

Wow. I mentally made a note to have a serious talk with the old lady. "But how did you get in the house?" I further inquired.

"You ask too much question, bitch," she pressed the gun that was now on my temple harder.

I rolled my eyes at the feel of the metal muzzle on my temple. If she would shoot my brains out, she would have by now, she wouldn't be indulging in stupid conversation that doesn't have anything to do with me dying.

I took the risk and strolled to the sofa in my room. I was too worn out. I didn't leave work to come and play twenty questions with my sister slash bugler.

went from the stoic expression on her face as she repositioned her stance and pointed the gun at me then my gaze fell

barreling out of the gun and into my

ready or interested in dying neither did I want

be searching for her by now... or

her-I was

her gaze. "What do you want

it wasn't that you hired a lawyer for me, I would have made your brains and blood splatter on your white wall. Now,

didn't even think much about her request. "Alright, I'll give them to

walked to my drawers. I opened the top drawer, took my car keys and credit

far away as possible, I didn't

her to leave so I could lock the door and recontact the security

drawer and staggered back. A damning