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.

Kate, and for some

time in his life that Master

was the right thing to do.

be working, as her face felt even warmer than

overthinking it? Master Glenn… never really had the intention of wooing her. It was all her

blurted out in a fluster, “Really?

to touch her hairpin and removed it from her hair bun. Unfortunately, some of her hair were

his gaze, Kate felt a bit embarrassed. She exerted force on the hairpin rather rudely, causing her to grimace with pain, her fair and delicate face creasing and her rosy lips pouting a bit, seemingly a mix of petulance and self-inflicted

cherish every single strand of

unable to resist reaching out to hold her delicate, fair hand and carefully unravel the tangled hair from the hairpin, his slender fingertips meticulously untangling the strands. Though the distinguished Master Glenn was undeniably gentle,

Master Glenn, I can handle it…” Before she could finish speaking, Master Glenn interrupted her. “Don’t move!”

body stiff as she cautiously

her in a navy blue suit, the combination of ancient and modern, like a couple traversing through

yet quiet. Master Glenn was earnestly attending to the matters at hand, as if

silk, flowing through his fingertips

barely crossed her mind when Master Glenn

he entertain such absurd

be mere pawns from birth, their existence serving only the family’s

the

family were administered a secret drug from birth, typically not living past the age of forty due to the effects of the poison. Their prime age for contribution was between 18 and 35, brief yet

outstanding among 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

childhood sweetheart, Sterling Palmer, a man with ambition and means,

had cuckolded him to be killed and his body chopped up for the dogs, if not for the Weaver family’s rule against abortion,