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

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

on business first. You go write down

obediently went downstairs to prepare

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

moved out, she had the villa

Iker pushed open the door, his expression

a sea of pink – pink stars on the windowsill, a pink princess bed with a long

for little girls? Even if Iker went back to

a dull tone. “Miss Lawrence, may I change

villa, the decoration style of all the rooms are the same except

and said, “No need! Take away those dolls for me. Change the curtains

he said with regret on her face; those dolls were personally selected by

first,” He glanced at Cheyenne’s knee where 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

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

some 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 on her delicate

red nail polish

on the sofa lifting up one foot revealing tender

like the scent of blue roses. Blue roses were also known as “blue enchantresses,” and Cheyenne at this moment was