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.

and for some reason,

him! This was the first time in his life

helped you just now because it was the right thing to do. Even if it wasn’t you, I would have done the

working, as her face felt even warmer than before. Perhaps she

Glenn… never really had the intention of

find a response, then blurted out in a fluster, “Really? Master Glenn, you’re such

the ice pack, she reached up to touch her hairpin and removed it from her hair bun. Unfortunately, some of

grimace with pain, her

cherish every single strand of their hair, while she seemed to disregard it

unravel the tangled hair from the hairpin, his

interrupted her. “Don’t move!” His deep voice

her body stiff as she cautiously cast a glance at the reflection in the

was dressed in a heavy, apricot-colored ancient costume, while Master Glenn stood beside her in a navy blue suit, the combination

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

smooth as silk, flowing through

mind when Master Glenn himself

could he entertain such absurd

the Weaver family were destined to be mere pawns from birth, their existence serving only

ensure the family’s

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 prosperous. Those with limited abilities would be married off to prominent families as sons-in-law, even

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,

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

be killed and his body chopped up for the dogs, if not for