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.

you say? My granddaughter is talented and beautiful. Why wouldn’t you like

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

down a list quickly so we

obediently went downstairs

next to hers so

the family of four moved out, she had

the door, his expression was

windowsill, a pink princess bed with a

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

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

me living in this villa, the decoration style of all the rooms are

away those dolls for me. Change the curtains into black opaque

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

Lawrence, 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

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

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

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

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

sofa lifting up one foot revealing tender smooth legs

the scent of blue roses. Blue roses were also