She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 359: Cunning

Cheyenne’s sharp-tongued yet caring nature was something Iker had become accustomed to. He simply smiled and didn’t respond, content with the quiet moment they were sharing. He wished time could slow down a bit, as his recovery meant he would soon have to leave the villa, and he cherished these moments with Cheyenne.

However, their peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the arrival of old Mr. Foley and Joe, who came bearing gifts. Cheyenne greeted them with surprise and enthusiasm, rising from her seat to embrace old Mr. Foley’s arm.

‘Grandfather, why have you come?’ Cheyenne asked, clearly delighted. Old Mr. Foley looked healthier than before, dressed in a black jacket, and his complexion had improved significantly. He had a hearty smile on his face.

Joe, still in his uniform, followed behind and politely greeted Cheyenne. ‘Miss Lawrence, sorry to disturb you.’

‘No, not at all, Grandfather and Joe, please have a seat. Let me get some water for you,’ Cheyenne replied and hurriedly made her way to the kitchen, her steps light and cheerful.

Old Mr. Foley was worried she might fall and reminded her, ‘Cheyenne, take your time; I’m not thirsty.’ But her figure had disappeared behind the door.

With a knowing smile, old Mr. Foley turned his attention to the young man standing nearby, observing him intently. He compared him to his eldest grandson in his mind, noting that this young man was slightly taller and had a darker complexion. Iker felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny, subtly adjusting his posture.

Breaking the awkward silence, old Mr. Foley asked Iker with a smile, ‘Does Master Iker live here?’

heart raced, unsure if old Mr. Foley’s question was

cartoon fruit platter on the table. He teased, ‘Young man, was

finally raised his head to meet the older man’s gaze and calmly explained, ‘I apologize, old Mr. Foley. I was lost in thought. My

a snort of disapproval, old Mr. Foley made his dissatisfaction clear. ‘Given your background, even staying in the presidential

Iker was left speechless.

and seemingly getting along well. She thought

Mr. Foley chuckled, his face radiating warmth and affection as he responded to Cheyenne’s question. ‘You know I’m very interested in the military, my dear, so I’m chatting with Master

quickly intervened to prevent old Mr. Foley from playing matchmaker. ‘Grandfather, please don’t make things

Friends?

old Mr. Foley requested that Iker excuse himself for a moment as he had something to

alone. She asked, ‘Grandfather, is there something you want to talk

Joe, bring the items,’ old

fetched one of the gift boxes, removed its outer packaging, and presented it to

‘Miss Lawrence, please.’

aback. ‘Why all the

box. As she opened it, her eyes widened

shape, and form. The extravagance and value of the gift were evident. With over a hundred pure gold needles, the set was worth several million dollars. The