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?"

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

She suddenly

touched her slightly bulging abdomen. Could

her pale face. It was still

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

eyes, Spider could basically confirm

not

events that

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

man named "Kelvin" was the

himself in the

on the other hand, was the female spy he

silently following her

retracted the silver needle, sighing subtly without

you must believe me. Everything I'm saying is true. But now I suspect Mr. Foley hasn't died

The fire...

many fragmented images faintly

countless dark nights, she had always heard a man speaking to her in her

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

it. The man said, "Cheyenne,

and Cheyenne's eyes couldn't help but turn sour.

Kelvin.

of it, her emotions plummeted. She clenched her

go, I'm going to be

"Yes, Madam."

"Just call me Cheyenne."

sat in the passenger seat.

"Mm."

Central Square.

this side

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