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?"

her 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

She suddenly thought of

touched her slightly bulging abdomen. Could the child in her belly...

expression on her pale face. It was still somewhat shocking

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

and indifferent light in her eyes, Spider could basically confirm that Madam had

not

events that

dark cloud formed in Cheyenne's heart,

was the

in the

hand, was the female spy he hired at great

her own account, she had been silently following her from

slowly retracted the silver needle, sighing subtly without leaving

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 yet because

The fire...

words, many fragmented images faintly appeared

had always heard

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

had heard it. The

turn sour.

Kelvin.

Cheyenne thought of it, her emotions plummeted. She clenched

I'm going to

"Yes, Madam."

"Just call me Cheyenne."

seat, while Cheyenne sat in the

"Mm."

Central Square.

competition on this side has already

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