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.

upon Kate, and for some reason, his smile was

first time in his life that Master Glenn had

right thing

be working, as her face felt even

help but ask herself in her heart: Was she overthinking it? Master Glenn… never really had the intention of wooing her. It

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

touch her hairpin and removed it from her hair bun. Unfortunately, some of her hair were entangled with the

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

would cherish every single strand of their hair, while she

unravel the tangled hair from the hairpin, his slender fingertips meticulously

Before she could finish speaking, Master Glenn interrupted her. “Don’t move!” His deep voice

body stiff as she cautiously cast a glance at the

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

attending to the

silk, flowing through his fingertips made him reluctant to let

crossed her mind when

could he entertain

were destined to be mere pawns from birth, their existence

the

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 taking on the

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

a man with ambition

killed and his body chopped up for the