She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 97: Master lker Is Childish

Davon, with his “knowing” eyes, glanced back and forth between the two, his laughter carrying a hint of suggestive undertones, echoing in their ears.

“I didn’t expect Miss Lawrence to have such a perfect figure, even the maid outfit looks different on her. No wonder my elder brother was moved!”

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne’s face flushed and she hesitated to speak.

She really wanted to argue that she had only taken a bath here.

Upon second thought, if she were to say that she took a shower here, wouldn’t it be making matters worse?

It was better to remain silent.

Iker took the initiative to defend her and said, “Miss Lawrence and I are not what you think. It’s hard to explain in one sentence, and I don’t need to explain it to you.”

“Let’s talk about the real issue.”

Master Iker truly lived up to his name, he was just that domineering.

One sentence interrupted the explicit topic and suddenly lowered the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees.

Cheyenne sat obediently next to Iker, lowering her head and adopting a submissive posture that only fueled Kelvin’s anger even more.

She was pretending again!

Despite being a spoiled and shameless woman, she put on this shy and sweet act in front of Iker. Kelvin had always despised her attempts to please him with this attitude before, but now he couldn’t accept it when she used the same approach with others.

came to men. Not only did she go after Mr. Lara, but also someone like Iker

gaze on her, Cheyenne

she chose to be with was her own business.

from the table. Her slender fingers were delicate and

three of them

he was hosting the business summit where Miss Davidson had requested for Master Iker’s attendance or else she wouldn’t show up herself. But who doesn’t know that ever since the car accident three years ago, Master

going!” Iker refused Kelvin’s

because Kelvin wanted to

wanted to

We grew up together as friends. Besides, the more you

want to go, and no one can force me.” As Iker said this, his

Kelvin replied nonchalantly, “If Master Iker doesn’t want to go, then

other ways for him to see the President

orange and handed it over

small gesture left

never expected her to peel an orange for him. The cold, slippery sensation was fleeting, and it was her fingertips that he felt. Kelvin, on the

loved oranges and had even playfully demanded that he peel one for her before. At the

in her heart, Iker held a special place. Kelvin suddenly remembered the pen she gave him and felt foolish for having

light laugh. Upon hearing this, lker’s stern expression softened as he turned to look at her seriously and replied, “I don’t need to.” “You do need to,” Cheyenne

more than his physical disability was his emotional turmoil – something much harder

man had become violent and insecure.

Iker fell into deep

palm, he suddenly put it in his mouth. It tasted sweet and sour, the best orange

Should he try it?

out and embrace