She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 629: I Don't Believe You

Together, they pulled back the huge curtain, and a black helicopter appeared before them.

Spider's face lit up with a joyful smile as she lightly laughed, "Finally, we can leave."

However, as she reached out with a delicate hand to open the helicopter door, a silver needle pressed against her neck.

The sensation of death loomed, and Spider immediately froze in fear.

Turning back with a hint of surprise, she met a pair of eyes as cold as ice. Her voice trembling, she said, "Madam, what are you doing?"

Cheyenne, with a faint smile in her bright eyes and a curve on her red lips, approached with the silver needle.

She yanked off the wig from Spider's head and threw it to the ground.

Her voice cut through the air like a little demon, "I don't believe you. You were deliberately waiting for me at the hotel entrance, weren't you? Tell me, what's your purpose?" Spider felt helpless and forced a wry smile as she hastened to explain, "I'm a good person, Madam. You can choose to believe me."

"Oh really? Why should I believe you? I bet you and those people are in cahoots, deliberately staging a show for me."

Her suspicion nearly made Spider nauseous. With her status and appearance, how could she possibly be associated with those ugly people?

"Madam, I really am not. If I lied to you, you can shave my head, how about that?"

"Then why did you disguise yourself?"

Spider's face showed a troubled expression, and she hesitated to answer immediately, looking quite guilty, which made Cheyenne sneer. She then questioned her further, "Can't answer, can you? Then the next question-why do you call me Madam? Do you know me?"

As she hesitated with this question, Cheyenne's silver needle had already left a smear of fresh blood on her neck.

Sensing the real danger of death, Spider could only confess, "Madam, I'm sorry, I deceived you."

"But you can really trust me; I am definitely a good person. In fact, I was sent by Mr. Foley to protect you."

"Who is Mr. Foley?"

own memory but found no recollection of "Mr. Foley." Her earnest confusion surprised Spider, who took several breaths in disbelief. "Madam, have you forgotten? Mr. Foley is your

She suddenly thought of

hand subconsciously touched her slightly bulging abdomen. Could the

was still somewhat

trembled and concealed the light in her eyes, a shimmer gone in an instant. "What's his

light in her eyes,

she not even

recounted the events that

dark cloud formed in Cheyenne's heart, almost making it hard for

that man named "Kelvin" was the father of

sacrificed himself in the fire

on the other hand, was the female spy he hired at great expense to

had been silently following her from Akloit to Onistead for three

slowly retracted the silver needle, sighing subtly

was being secretly monitored. Could her intuition really have deteriorated after becoming pregnant? "Madam, you must believe me. Everything I'm saying is true. But now I suspect Mr. Foley hasn't died

The fire...

she mentioned these two words, many

countless dark nights, she had always heard a man

was saying, she could only watch his solitary figure surrounded by flames, gradually revealing his face. This

had heard it. The man said,

help but turn sour.

Kelvin.

thought of it, her emotions plummeted. She clenched her red lips and

to be late

"Yes, Madam."

"Just call me Cheyenne."

seat, while Cheyenne sat in the passenger seat. Spider reminded her carefully, "Madam,

"Mm."

Central Square.

this

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