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?"

recollection of "Mr. Foley." Her earnest confusion surprised Spider,

suddenly

subconsciously touched her slightly bulging abdomen. Could the child in

still somewhat shocking

her emotions in front of others; her eyelashes trembled and concealed the light in her eyes, a shimmer gone in an

her eyes, Spider could

not even remember Mr.

briefly recounted the events

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

was the father

himself in the fire

he hired at great expense to protect her for three

own account, she had been silently following her from Akloit to Onistead for three

the silver needle, sighing subtly without leaving

noticed that she was being secretly monitored. Could her intuition really have deteriorated after becoming pregnant? "Madam, you must believe me. Everything I'm

The fire...

words, many fragmented images faintly

dark nights, she had always heard a man speaking

couldn't make out what he was saying, she could only watch his solitary figure

The

help but turn sour.

Kelvin.

She clenched her red lips and glanced at her

I'm going to be late for

"Yes, Madam."

"Just call me Cheyenne."

sat in the passenger seat. Spider reminded her carefully,

"Mm."

Central Square.

this side

Miller from Jostrana,