She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 522: She Is a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Kate glanced at Juliana’s shadow projected on the ground and pulled out her phone, illuminating the screen to check the time.

Then came a laugh as Juliana declared, “Now is the hottest time of the day. This morning, I kneeled for two and a half hours. How about this, I’ll give you a discount-I just need Miss Chambers to kneel for an hour.”

Master Glenn gave Kate a meaningful look, seemingly surprised by her retaliatory behavior.

He mused inwardly, ‘How could I have thought she was weak and fragile? She’s clearly cunning, a wolf in sheep’s clothing!”

Juliana was infuriated. Should she thank Kate for giving her a discount?

In the dressing room, the sunlight was just right, creating a tranquil atmosphere. Kate sat in front of the mirror, reflecting her swollen yet beautiful face. Sweat beads hung on the tip of her nose, adding a touch of charm.

As she gazed at the slender figure in blue reflected in the mirror, she applied the ice pack Jayla had brought over to her wounds.

“Hiss.” A soft groan escaped her as she continued to apply the ice.

Master Glenn stood not far behind her and, seeing her furrow her brow, walked over with a faint smile. “Let me help you.”

He reached out to take the ice pack.

Kate evaded his hand, hastening to refuse his assistance, looking pleasantly surprised. “Thank you, Master Glenn, but I don’t want to bother you with this small matter. You’ve already helped me a lot earlier, and I’m very grateful.”

Master Glenn withdrew his hand and took a half step back, leaning against the dressing table and exuding an air of elegance.

deep gaze fell upon Kate, and for some reason,

was the first time in his life that Master Glenn had encountered such a

helped you just now because it was the right thing to

didn’t seem to be working, as her face felt even warmer than before. Perhaps

heart: Was she overthinking it? Master Glenn… never really had the intention of wooing

a response, then blurted out in a fluster, “Really? Master Glenn,

reached up to touch her hairpin and removed it from her hair bun. Unfortunately,

to grimace with pain, her fair and delicate face creasing and her rosy lips

every single strand of their hair, while she seemed to

hand and carefully unravel the tangled hair from the hairpin,

I can handle it…” Before she could finish speaking, Master Glenn interrupted her. “Don’t move!” His deep voice sounded behind her, carrying

as she

while Master Glenn stood beside her in a navy blue suit, the combination of ancient and modern,

suddenly became odd yet quiet. Master Glenn was earnestly attending to

flowing through his fingertips made him

barely crossed her mind when

could he entertain such

men of the Weaver family were destined to be mere pawns

ensure the

of forty due to the effects of the poison. Their prime age for contribution was between 18 and 35, brief yet prosperous.

the men of his generation in the Weaver family, both in terms of ability and appearance. However, no one knew that his father was just a lowly gigolo, who impregnated his mother, Joyce Weaver,

married her childhood sweetheart, Sterling Palmer, a man with ambition and means, quickly winning her

the dogs, if not for the Weaver family’s rule against abortion, there would