She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 627: Being Tracked Again

However, Cheyenne wasn't easy to fool.

Turning her head to look outside the car's rear window, she saw the clear reflection in the rearview mirror of the blue car chasing closely behind.

Suddenly, as if understanding something, she exclaimed, "Are we being tracked?"

Since Madam already knew the truth of the situation, Spider didn't plan to keep it from her any longer and gave a bitter smile.

Nodding, he continued, "They noticed us from the moment we left, so I didn't want you to worry."

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne wondered to herself who could have sent these people?

Spider drove the car into a narrow alleyway, with the blue Porsche still relentlessly pursuing them.

The road inside this small alley was not as smooth as the outside, with some of the cobblestones being old and uneven. In addition, the car was constantly moving, making it quite uncomfortable. Cheyenne had no choice but to grip the seat underneath her to stabilize herself. With one hand on her stomach, she slightly opened her red lips and instructed Spider.

"Turn left."

"But there's no road on the left. It's a dead end," she expressed her astonishment.

However, Cheyenne's voice remained calm and firm, with a determined response, "Listen to me."

Damn it.

She actually gave off an air of confidence that made people inexplicably trust her. Although still puzzled, Spider obediently followed the orders.

Spider steered the car to the left, all the while slowing down to make it more difficult for the blue Porsche behind them to catch up. Spider purposely knocked over some boxes and items on the side of the road to create obstacles.

In no time, the speed of the blue Porsche slowed down, and, not long after, the driver started to recklessly crash into them as if they didn't care about their lives.

The sound of the car's lock breaking was deafening, and the glass shattered, just like a hailstorm.

Spider's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately accelerated, racing towards the front.

the blue Porsche behind them, there were two or three strong-looking men wearing black suits and ties, clearly trained bodyguards or similar. She withdrew her

to speed up, Madam, please

people, Spider unintentionally let slip the term

raised an

knows who

disguise herself as a taxi

the

a dead end. It seemed like they had

the steering wheel, swiftly reversing 360 degrees, then stepping on the brakes and lightly pressing the gas

vanished without a trace, with Cheyenne by Spider's

driver was a middle-aged

help but feel a headache. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

cursing profanities, he said, "Damn, how could these two women run

expression, "Yeah, I thought female drivers

actually knew how to navigate into the alleyway, quite impressive," the bald man

we can't catch them, we're in trouble," he said. "Chase them! It's a dead end ahead. Where do

from the man, the accelerator was pressed, and the car's front suddenly lifted, leaping over the obstacles

basket made of vines was crushed by the wheels, and the two chickens inside

ensued in

Cock-a-doodle-doo...

The rooster crowed loudly.

on the car window, covering the bald man's line of

cursed,

he continued to

Spider had reached the end of the road in her car, with a tall wall blocking their

worried expression as she asked Cheyenne, "What do we

person sitting in

the door and got

tapping on Spider's window, and in a cold voice, instructed her to "get out of

Huh?

moment, get

wall in front of them was ridiculously high. With her

left in such a hurry and didn't

a dress... the hope of