She Became Rich After Divorce

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?"

Cheyenne quickly searched 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 your husband."

My husband? She suddenly thought of something.

Her hand subconsciously touched her slightly bulging abdomen. Could the child in her belly... be Mr. Foley's?

There was no extra expression on her pale face. It was still somewhat shocking for her to hear that she had a husband.

But Cheyenne didn't like to show her emotions in front of others; her eyelashes trembled and concealed the light in her eyes, a shimmer gone in an instant. "What's his name?"

Seeing the clear and indifferent light in her eyes, Spider could basically confirm that Madam had amnesia.

Otherwise, how could she not even remember Mr. Foley?

So she briefly recounted the events that had happened in Akloit.

After hearing it, a dark cloud formed in Cheyenne's heart, almost making it hard for her to breathe.

So that man named "Kelvin" was the father of her child.

He sacrificed himself in the fire to protect her.

Spider, on the other hand, was the female spy he hired at great expense to protect her for three years.

According to her own account, she had been silently following her from Akloit to Onistead for three or four months.

Cheyenne slowly retracted the silver needle, sighing subtly without leaving a trace.

She hadn't even noticed that she 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 yet because the body in the fire isn't his."

The fire...

As she mentioned these two words, many fragmented images faintly appeared in Cheyenne's mind.

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

But every time she couldn't make out what he was saying, she could only watch his solitary figure surrounded by flames, gradually revealing his face. This time, she remembered.

She had heard it. The man said, "Cheyenne, keep alive."

A dull pain struck her heart, and Cheyenne's eyes couldn't help but turn sour. He must have entrusted her with his last words with a determination to die.

Kelvin.

Whenever Cheyenne thought of it, her emotions plummeted. She clenched her red lips and glanced at her watch.

"Let's go, I'm going to be late for the competition."

"Yes, Madam."

"Just call me Cheyenne."

Spider scrambled and took the driver's seat, while Cheyenne sat in the passenger seat. Spider reminded her carefully, "Madam, fasten your seatbelt."

"Mm."

Central Square.

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Only Eddie, Lucien Miller from Jostrana, Mason had arrived.

On the high platform, Abel appeared particularly spirited today. He wore a brand-new black suit, his gaze scanning towards the entrance.

Sitting beside him was Bianca, who

insisted on coming along. At the moment, her face was filled with a

peaceful smile, with a glimmer of

light in the depths of her eyes.

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In her heart, she thought with a touch of schadenfreude: Cheyenne probably won't make it today.

As the time approached, and the sun grew hotter, waiting like this was not a solution.

Emily couldn't help but urge, "Godfather, you can start now."

Abel cast a cold glance at her and replied in a low, deep voice, "Let's wait a little longer."

Isn't it still five minutes away from ten o'clock?

How could Bianca not know what he

was thinking? So she echoed Emily and persuaded Abel, saying, "The timing of the competition is predetermined. You can't possibly make everyone here wait foro

Cheyenne, right?"

Leah stood in front of the team with her arms crossed, poking her glasses with delicate fingers. The gleam on the lenses flickered. How dazzling.

"Let me tell you, she's probably scared. Well, to begin with, she relied on luck to get this far. What real skills does she have?"

"Even if she shows up, she's just there to make up the numbers. She's probably still sleeping at home."

Before she could finish speaking,

Kyson suddenly glared displeasingly at his own granddaughter and said, unkindly believe Cheyenne isn't that kind of person. That girl is very stubborn. Once she determines something, she will stubbornly pursue it. So she won't desert her post."

Why was even Kyson siding with him?

Bianca's face showed some displeasure. She watched as time slipped away, wishing the seconds would pass more quickly.