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

only saw Iker as a benefactor. After she cured him, they might not see each other again, so the argument on

first. You go write down a list quickly so

angry, Layne obediently went downstairs

the room next to hers so that

the family of four moved out, she had the villa redecorated according

Iker pushed open the door, his expression was extremely

his eyes was a sea of pink – pink stars on the windowsill, a

if Iker went back to being seven or

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

are the

and said, “No need! Take away those dolls for me. Change the curtains into black opaque ones and replace the carpet with white. The

selected by her and looked so pretty! Iker

should be treated first,” He glanced at Cheyenne’s knee where there were still red marks from wounds covered by dust

everything he ordered earlier was

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

Cheyenne wore an apricot-colored silk camisole dress draped over

flip-flops showing off slender ankles painted bright red nail polish making them look

up one foot revealing tender smooth legs right before his

with a hint of damp fragrance, like the scent of blue roses. Blue roses were also known as “blue enchantresses,” and Cheyenne at this moment