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.

got angry again. “What did you say? My granddaughter is talented and beautiful. Why wouldn’t you like her?” He seemed to have forgotten

she cured him, they might not see each

You go write down a list quickly

still angry, Layne obediently went downstairs

him in the room next to hers so that she could take care

four moved out, she had the villa

Iker pushed open the door, his expression was extremely

stars on the windowsill, a pink princess

just a room for little girls? Even if Iker went back to being seven or eight years old, he couldn’t

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

all the rooms are the same except for my grandfather’s room. Master Iker, do you want to

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

personally selected by

treated first,” He glanced at Cheyenne’s knee where there were still red

everything he ordered earlier was done by the time Cheyenne

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

apricot-colored silk camisole dress draped over same-color

ankles painted bright red nail polish making them look

opposite Iker on the sofa lifting up one foot revealing tender

like the scent of blue roses. Blue roses were also known