She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 113: Master lker’s Gift

The loud sound was like a thunderbolt, which startled the people outside. They all turned their gaze towards the source of the noise.

“Say it again! This dress, Cheyenne really gave it to you?”

The man’s face was as cold and ruthless as a demon crawling out of hell. His narrow eyes were filled with towering anger, like molten lava about to erupt from a volcano, ready to burn people into ashes.

His imposing presence caused the surrounding air to suddenly drop several degrees.

“Yes, it’s… yes, her. She gave it to me.”

A young girl in her prime lay on the ground, with bright red color reflecting off her fair skin. Her delicate and beautiful face was covered in tears.

In that moment when she stumbled earlier, her gorgeous red dress caught on the rosewood screen and tore a large hole in it.

Several transparent, semi-circular objects fell out from under Nora’s clothes and rolled to people’s feet with a clatter.

One of them suddenly stopped when it collided with the person’s foot.

The next moment, a fair and beautiful hand picked it up. It was an extremely perfect hand, suitable for playing any musical instrument in the world.

The sound of fine and high heels stepping on the golden floor was rhythmic and clear, like a cat’s paw stepping on piano strings, stirring the heartstrings.

Next, a silver gorgeous princess dress came into everyone’s sight. In this hall filled with golden splendor, the silver dress became a beautiful scenery.

The woman’s wavy long hair hung down to her waist, accentuating her slender waist.

step she took, the irregular fishtail hem of her gown swayed like a snowy white wave. The high slit in her dress revealed her smooth, fair legs, and

a faint smile hiding in her eyes as she walked

at Nora, she said

“Ha-ha..”

atmosphere of the venue was enlivened by her witty remark, which elicited a

silicone breast pad into Nora’s arms, leaving the latter blushing intensely. It was unclear whether she was embarrassed, ashamed, or just

one, after all, people like Nora

heard behind them, and a gentleman nearby awkwardly inquired with his companion, “There’s one at my feet,

up, but she had accidentally stepped

four! I saw them fall

just entered the room, heard it. How could

tears of grievance welled up in her eyes as she stared at Cheyenne with a fierce determination to tear

I picked up her thing, but she just gave me a dirty look.” Cheyenne’s lazy voice sounded like she

thought but after hearing that he felt like he was

He wasn’t mistaken, right?

at Nora and changed his tone completely. “Don’t worry about her,

Omari. He wore a silver-gray

measure while the woman was extremely beautiful – they were a perfect match like they came straight out of a fairy tale world –

this man? Why

young man next to Cheyenne which made

cold voice asked discontentedly, “Why did you let someone else wear the dress

that if she dared say

confusion on that

looking up again, she asked,

With a cold expression on his face, Iker denied

from me!” Omari was afraid someone else would take credit for himself and answered quickly The two voices spoke simultaneously throughout the hall, making it clear for everyone present: The

only one possibility – Nora