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.

it came to men. Not only did she go after Mr. Lara,

his disdainful gaze on her, Cheyenne grew angry.

already divorced, so whoever she chose to be with was her own business. Unlike

were delicate and fair-skinned like works of art as they elegantly peeled away at the

three of them

she wouldn’t show up herself.

Iker refused Kelvin’s invitation

Kelvin invited him only because Kelvin wanted to please Emily and meet

wanted to see him not for apologizing

Miss Davidson just wants to catch up with you. We grew up together as friends. Besides, the more you avoid it,

force me.” As Iker said this, his gaze was mostly fixed on

want to go, then that’s fine. I’m just a

for him to see the

orange and handed it over

left both men

fleeting, and it was her

for her before. At the

held a special place. Kelvin suddenly remembered the pen she gave him and felt foolish for having

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

than his physical disability was his emotional turmoil – something much harder to cure than any leg ailment could ever

years’ time, the once righteous and brave, confident man had become violent and insecure. He always curled

Cheyenne’s advice, Iker fell into

his mouth. It tasted sweet and sour, the best orange he

Should he try it?

and