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 casual or if he had set

to smile, his gaze shifting to the cartoon fruit platter on the table. He teased, ‘Young man, was that so

explained, ‘I apologize, old Mr. Foley. I was lost in thought. My

your background, even staying in the presidential

Iker was left speechless.

with two glasses of water, she saw the two men sitting together, chatting and seemingly getting along well. She thought they were

Cheyenne’s question. ‘You know I’m very interested in the military, my dear, so I’m chatting with Master Iker about his military experiences. I really like this young man. Cheyenne, if you want to date

Mr. Foley from playing matchmaker. ‘Grandfather, please don’t make things up. Master Iker and

Friends?

for a moment as he had something to discuss with her. Iker agreed, though curious about what the old

left alone. She

bring the items,’ old Mr. Foley

gift boxes, removed its outer packaging, and presented it

‘Miss Lawrence, please.’

taken aback. ‘Why all the secrecy? Is

extended her delicate fingers and unlocked the box. As she opened it, her eyes widened

in size, shape, and form. The extravagance and value of the gift were evident. With over a hundred pure gold needles, the set was