She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 225: The Mastermind Came at Iker

Iker didn’t say anything, his lips moved and he uttered a casual sentence, “Where is my room?”

Finally, his words caught the attention of Layne who furrowed his long eyebrows tightly and asked, “What room? Cheyenne, what does Master Iker mean?”

Cheyenne stuck out her tongue and told her grandfather everything with a guilty look on her face.

The next second, the room was filled with Layne’s screams that were so loud that Cheyenne had to cover her ears while being tortured.

“What! Master Iker is going to stay here? How can this be possible! Although you look ordinary-looking, we can’t guarantee that he won’t have any ulterior motives towards you!”

After hearing Layne’s words, Cheyenne widened her eyes in disbelief and pouted slightly, saying, “Grandpa, what are you talking about? I’m ordinary-looking?”

Wasn’t this just another way of calling her ugly? Tanner looked carefully at Cheyenne’s fair face, rosy lips, clear bright eyes and good shape and thought, ‘She’s not ordinary-looking at all!’

Iker’s focus was on Layne’s comment about him having ulterior motives towards Cheyenne; he couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly with a faint smile, saying, “Old Mr. Edwards, don’t worry about it. Although I am lame, there are certain standards when it comes to my other half.”

Cheyenne was a divorced woman who he wouldn’t consider as a life partner. The reason he chose to live in the Lawrence Villa was that he wanted to figure out who was behind the fire.

hearing that Iker didn’t like his granddaughter, Layne got angry again. “What did you say? My granddaughter is talented and beautiful. Why wouldn’t you like her?” He seemed

saw Iker as a benefactor. After she cured him, they might not see

on business first. You go write down a list quickly so we can replenish our

Layne obediently went downstairs

next to hers so that she could

family of four moved out, she had the

moment Iker pushed open the door, his expression was extremely

the windowsill, a pink

if Iker went back to being seven or eight years old, he couldn’t sleep in such a

raised an eyebrow and spoke in a dull tone. “Miss

all the rooms are the same except for my grandfather’s room. Master

face became even more stiff as he gritted his teeth and said, “No need! Take away those dolls for me. Change the curtains into black opaque ones and replace the carpet with white.

those dolls were personally selected by her and looked so pretty! Iker

treated first,” He glanced at Cheyenne’s knee where there were still red marks from wounds covered by dust which made it look

Iker’s capable assistant as everything he ordered earlier was done by the time

girlish bedroom now looked brand new; from top-to-bottom it exuded Iker’s style – simple

an apricot-colored silk camisole dress draped over same-color belt-style bathrobe while her wet hair hung down

off slender ankles painted bright red nail polish making them look like

up one foot revealing tender smooth legs

were also known as “blue