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.

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

how Iker saw herself. In fact, she only saw Iker as a benefactor. After she

write down a list quickly so we can replenish

obediently went

the room next to hers so that she could take care

had the villa redecorated according to her

pushed open the door,

the windowsill, a

Iker went back to being seven or

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

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

those dolls for me. Change the curtains into black opaque ones and

on her face; those dolls were personally selected by her and looked so pretty! Iker really had no childlike innocence left

there were still red marks from wounds covered by dust which made it look pale pink all over. “Mm-hmm, see you

Iker’s capable assistant as everything he ordered earlier was done by the time Cheyenne finished taking her

looked brand new; from top-to-bottom it exuded

dress draped over same-color belt-style bathrobe while her wet hair hung down softly on

painted bright red nail polish making them look like they could easily fit within one

Iker on the sofa lifting up

were also known as “blue enchantresses,” and Cheyenne at this moment was like