She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 69: Poison the Food

In a simple yet elegant bedroom sat a tall figure in black by the floor-to-ceiling window. The light rain outside continued to patter down onto the roof tiles while droplets of water formed in puddles on balcony.

“Drip… drip…”

The sound of water was clear.

“Master Iker, it’s not good for you to take medicine on an empty stomach. Have some food first,” said the maid as she walked in with steaming hot food in hand. Her footsteps were stiff due to nervousness.

The hand holding the wooden tray trembled slightly. Iker didn’t even turn his head, his eyes fixed on the peaceful scenery outside the window.

“Where is she?” A cold and hoarse voice broke the silence.

She? Was Master Iker asking about… Miss Lawrence?

The maid hesitated for a moment before answering, “I haven’t seen Miss Lawrence, Master Iker.”

As she spoke, she nervously handed Iker his food bowl.

He took it without looking up and furrowed his brows tightly. As he picked up his knife and fork, the maid watched him anxiously with her eyes fixed on his lips.

“Hold on!” A clear voice suddenly rang out from the doorway. Cheyenne’s stunning figure appeared before him like a fresh daisy in summer.

The maid was even more nervous now and quickly glanced at Cheyenne. Beads of sweat had soaked through her white shirt, making it look darker than usual.

something was off with the maid and looked up to see who had

fixed on the maid. She smiled lightly with her red lips

the food,” Cheyenne

bring the food to him,” the maid replied nervously. “Is that so?” Cheyenne took the food from her and examined it closely with a smile. “It seems like there’s something extra in

beat, and she looked up at

“Miss Lawrence, this dish…”

that case, why don’t you take a bite first?” Cheyenne

eat it? The maid shook her head repeatedly on the verge of tears. “I can’t do that! This dish is specially prepared for Master

dish is for Iker? Because you poisoned it, right?” Cheyenne’s words made

as if cold winter air had swept across an open plain, making people

Lawrence! How dare you accuse me of such things? I’ve been working here for two or three years now; Master Iker

Iker interjected. In his eyes, the servants were the same. He didn’t even bother acknowledging or understanding

was poison in this dish? We

grabbed onto Cheyenne’s skirt, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, “Miss Lawrence, please don’t test

it, then why are you afraid

her questioning. Iker knew what was going on and his face

“Tanner!” he called out.

he saw the maid since she had always been

never thought that such a seemingly gentle girl would dare to

wanted nothing more than to

her to the police station,” Iker said firmly with

please! I really didn’t do

he ordered without hesitation or

maid’s arms