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.

really didn’t discriminate when it came to men. Not only did she go after Mr. Lara, but also

gaze on her, Cheyenne grew angry. Who was

were already divorced, so whoever she chose to be with was her own business. Unlike him who had an affair with his

up an orange from the table. Her slender fingers were delicate and fair-skinned like

them started discussing

because 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 Iker

going!” Iker refused

Kelvin

to see him not for apologizing

with you. We grew up together as

one can force me.” As Iker

doesn’t want to go, then

him to see the President

and handed it over

gesture left both

her to peel an orange for him. The cold, slippery sensation was fleeting, and

for her before. At the auction last time, even Mr. Lara himself peeled an

place. Kelvin suddenly remembered the pen she gave him and felt foolish for having it repaired. Even

softened as he turned to look at her seriously and replied, “I don’t need to.” “You do need to,” Cheyenne

plagued Iker more than his physical disability was his emotional turmoil –

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

Cheyenne’s advice, Iker fell into deep

it in his mouth. It tasted sweet

Should he try it?

and embrace