She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 627: Being Tracked Again

However, Cheyenne wasn't easy to fool.

Turning her head to look outside the car's rear window, she saw the clear reflection in the rearview mirror of the blue car chasing closely behind.

Suddenly, as if understanding something, she exclaimed, "Are we being tracked?"

Since Madam already knew the truth of the situation, Spider didn't plan to keep it from her any longer and gave a bitter smile.

Nodding, he continued, "They noticed us from the moment we left, so I didn't want you to worry."

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne wondered to herself who could have sent these people?

Spider drove the car into a narrow alleyway, with the blue Porsche still relentlessly pursuing them.

The road inside this small alley was not as smooth as the outside, with some of the cobblestones being old and uneven. In addition, the car was constantly moving, making it quite uncomfortable. Cheyenne had no choice but to grip the seat underneath her to stabilize herself. With one hand on her stomach, she slightly opened her red lips and instructed Spider.

"Turn left."

"But there's no road on the left. It's a dead end," she expressed her astonishment.

However, Cheyenne's voice remained calm and firm, with a determined response, "Listen to me."

Damn it.

She actually gave off an air of confidence that made people inexplicably trust her. Although still puzzled, Spider obediently followed the orders.

Spider steered the car to the left, all the while slowing down to make it more difficult for the blue Porsche behind them to catch up. Spider purposely knocked over some boxes and items on the side of the road to create obstacles.

In no time, the speed of the blue Porsche slowed down, and, not long after, the driver started to recklessly crash into them as if they didn't care about their lives.

The sound of the car's lock breaking was deafening, and the glass shattered, just like a hailstorm.

Spider's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately accelerated, racing towards the front.

Curiously, Cheyenne turned her head to look back. In the blue Porsche behind them, there were two or three strong-looking men wearing black suits and ties, clearly trained bodyguards or similar. She withdrew her gaze.

Spider reminded her, "I'm going to speed up, Madam, please hold on."

Still contemplating how to shake off those people, Spider unintentionally let slip the term "Madam" without thinking.

At that, Cheyenne raised an elegant eyebrow.

She knows who I am?

Why did she disguise herself as a taxi driver?

Well, now isn't the time to ask questions.

Behind them were enemies, and ahead was a dead end. It seemed like they had no way out.

Just as the blue Porsche was about to catch up to them, Spider firmly gripped the steering wheel, swiftly reversing 360 degrees, then stepping on the brakes and lightly pressing the gas pedal. With a handsome and perfect drift, they successfully slipped away at the turn.

Soon after, they vanished without a trace, with Cheyenne by Spider's side.

In the blue Porsche, the driver was a middle-aged bald man.

When he saw the two women in front of him running like crazy towards the small alley, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Muttering angrily and cursing profanities, he said, "Damn, how could these two women run so fast?"

His henchman sitting in the passenger seat chimed in, wearing a worried expression, "Yeah, I thought female drivers weren't that skilled. But these two women..."

"They actually knew how to navigate into the alleyway, quite impressive," the bald man said, feeling embarrassed.

Upon hearing his buddy complimenting the two women, he immediately rebuked him. "Never mind how impressive they are. If we can't catch them, we're in trouble," he said. "Chase them! It's a dead end ahead. Where do you think they're going?"

With a command from the man, the accelerator was pressed, and the car's front suddenly lifted, leaping over the obstacles ahead.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The wicker basket made of vines was crushed by the wheels, and the two chickens inside frantically fled.

For a moment, chaos ensued in the narrow alley.

Cock-a-doodle-doo...

The rooster crowed loudly.

A feather fell from the sky, landing perfectly on the car window, covering the bald man's line of sight.

He impatiently cursed, "Damn it."

Hastily, he continued to pursue.

Meanwhile, Spider had reached the end of the road in her car, with a tall wall blocking their way.

Spider turned back, showing a worried expression as she asked Cheyenne, "What do we do now? There's no way out here."

A person sitting in the backseat

opened the door and got out. Finally,

they walked up to the front, lightly tapping on Spider's window, and in a cold voice, instructed her to "get out of the car."

Huh?

At this critical moment, get out here?

The wall in front of them was ridiculously high. With her skills, she would need some props to climb over it.

But she had left in such a hurry and didn't bring anything with her.

And Cheyenne was wearing a dress... the hope of finding a solution was fading.

But if they didn't leave, they would be caught by that group of people...

Spider looked at Cheyenne's calm demeanor and finally made up her mind - she chose to trust Cheyenne.

Swiftly, she unbuckled her seatbelt and followed Cheyenne out of the car.

As she walked away, the car door remained open. Cheyenne noticed that Spider didn't even take her wallet from the car.

If she really was a taxi driver, how could she not care about her money?

A hint of understanding flashed through her eyes, but this was not the time to ask questions.

The two took a few steps, and next to the alley were several scattered houses Cheyenne walked up to one of the doors and knocked, immediately someone opened the door for her.

It was a middle-aged woman, appearing to be around forty or fifty years old, with white hair at the temples.

She was wearing a coat, with a red base and green floral pattern, matched with black trousers.

When she saw Cheyenne at the door, her expression momentarily froze, then she kindly asked, "What can I do for you two young ladies?"

Spider saw Cheyenne take out a

black business card from her pocket

and handed it over, then softly

recited to the woman in front of her,

"Seşame, open the door for good

fortune."

The woman's face immediately turned cautious. She quickly grabbed Cheyenne's wrist and pulled her into the house.

She peeked out to see if there were any people in the alley.

Spider followed Cheyenne and left.

Once inside, they were greeted by a small courtyard with only two rooms and a yard.

The aunt held the black card and walked towards the house while inquiring, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Someone is chasing me, and I need to get to Central Square. What's the best way to go from here?"

Upon hearing this, the woman took a deep breath and suddenly turned to ask the two of them, "Can you fly a helicopter?" Cheyenne bit her red lip... she couldn't.