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.

was off with the maid and

walked over in high heels with her gaze fixed on the maid. She smiled lightly with her red lips parted, exuding an

me the

empty stomach. It’s harmful to his health. Let me bring the food to him,” the maid replied nervously. “Is that so?” Cheyenne took the

a beat, and she looked up at Cheyenne with

“Miss Lawrence, this dish…”

a

The maid shook her head repeatedly on the verge of tears. “I can’t do that! This dish is specially prepared for Master Iker. I’m just a servant;

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

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

such things? I’ve been working here for two or three years now; Master Iker knows what I am better than

eyes, the servants were the same. He

so difficult about finding out if there was poison in this dish? We can have

to her knees and grabbed onto Cheyenne’s skirt, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, “Miss Lawrence, please

are you

maid was speechless under the pressure of her questioning. Iker knew what was going on and his

“Tanner!” he called out.

Tanner. He looked surprised when he saw the maid since she had always been honest

thought that such a seemingly gentle girl would dare to poison Master Iker’s

more than to kick

Iker

Iker, please! I really didn’t do

hesitation or sympathy for

sunglasses quickly entered the room from outside and grabbed onto both of the maid’s arms before dragging her out of the villa against her will while she continued crying loudly until fading into