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.

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

her, Cheyenne grew angry.

with was her own business. Unlike him

up an orange from the table. Her slender fingers were delicate and fair-skinned like works of art as they elegantly peeled

of them started discussing

show up herself. But who doesn’t know that ever since the car accident three

refused

him only because Kelvin wanted to please

wanted to see him not for

as friends. Besides,

business! I don’t want to go, and no one can force me.” As Iker said this, his gaze was mostly fixed on Kelvin. It was clear

Iker doesn’t want to go, then

for him to see the President

and handed it over to

left both

slippery sensation was fleeting, and it was her fingertips that he felt. Kelvin, on the other hand,

her before. At the auction last time, even

the pen she gave him and felt foolish for having it repaired. Even if it were fixed now, it

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

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

brave, confident man had become violent and insecure. He always curled up in

advice, Iker fell

it in his

Should he try it?

and embrace the