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?’

if old Mr. Foley’s question was casual or if

to smile, his gaze shifting to the cartoon fruit platter on the table. He teased,

explained, ‘I apologize, old Mr. Foley. I was lost in thought. My house caught fire, so I rented a

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

Iker was left speechless.

the two men sitting together, chatting and seemingly getting along well. She thought they were having a pleasant first meeting. ‘Grandfather, Master

dear, so I’m chatting with Master Iker about his military experiences. I really like this young man. Cheyenne, if you want to date him, I’ll support

playing matchmaker. ‘Grandfather, please don’t make things

Friends?

old Mr. Foley requested that Iker excuse himself for a moment as

the hall, Cheyenne and old Mr. Foley were left alone. She asked, ‘Grandfather, is there

Joe, bring the items,’ old Mr.

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

‘Miss Lawrence, please.’

was taken aback. ‘Why all the secrecy? Is this something

the box. As

each one shining and unique in size, shape, and form. The extravagance and value of the gift were evident. With