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.

granddaughter is talented and beautiful. Why wouldn’t you like her?” He seemed to have forgotten

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

You go write down

Layne obediently went downstairs to

in the room next to hers so

had the villa redecorated according to her

Iker pushed open the door, his expression

stars on the windowsill, a pink princess bed with a long fluffy carpet and

for little girls? Even if Iker went back to being seven or eight years old,

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

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

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

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

your leg injury… should be treated first,” He glanced at Cheyenne’s knee where there were still red marks from wounds covered by dust which made it look pale pink

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

looked brand new; from top-to-bottom it exuded Iker’s style – simple yet elegant black-and-white

time passed by, Cheyenne wore an apricot-colored silk camisole dress draped over same-color belt-style bathrobe while her wet hair hung down softly

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

on the sofa lifting up one foot

hint of damp fragrance, like the scent of blue roses. Blue roses were