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

on her, Cheyenne grew

chose to be with was her own business.

Cheyenne deliberately picked up an orange from the table. Her slender fingers were delicate and fair-skinned like works of

them started discussing business

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 Iker has been a recluse,

refused

Kelvin

also knew that Emily wanted to see him not for

you. We grew up together as friends. Besides, the more you avoid it, the more the media out there

go, and no one can force me.” As Iker said this, his gaze was mostly fixed on Kelvin. It was clear that he

Iker doesn’t want to go, then that’s fine. I’m

him to see

an orange and handed

small gesture left

him. The cold, slippery sensation was fleeting,

peel one for her before. At the auction last time, even Mr.

the pen she gave him and felt foolish for having it repaired. Even if it were fixed now, it would never be the same

at her seriously and replied, “I don’t need to.” “You do need to,”

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

righteous and brave, confident man had become violent and insecure. He always curled up in his own fantasies. Everywhere was

Iker fell

it in his mouth. It tasted sweet and

Should he try it?

out and