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.

just gaped at me for a while. I stared back at her. My gaze went from the stoic expression on her face as she repositioned her stance and pointed the gun at me then my gaze

barreling out of the gun and into my skull or heart,

or interested

they'd be searching for her by

her-I was

met her gaze. "What do you want from

have made your brains and blood splatter on your white

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

car keys and credit

away as possible, I didn't care. It was exactly what I

her pocket like the thief that she was. I was waiting for her to leave so I could lock the

drawer and staggered back. A damning headache suddenly came on and my