She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 225: The Mastermind Cat Iker Iker didn't say anything, his lips moved and he uttered a casual sentence, "Where is my room?" Finally, his words caught the attention of Layne who furrowed his long eyebrows tightly and asked, “What room? Cheyenne, what does Master Iker mean?" Cheyenne stuck out her tongue and told her grandfather everything with a guilty look on her face.

The next second, the room was filled with Layne's screams that were so loud that Cheyenne had to cover her ears while being tortured.

"What! Master Iker is going to stay here? How can this be possible! Although you look ordinary-looking, we can't guarantee that he won't have any ulterior motives towards you!" After hearing Layne's words, Cheyenne widened her eyes in disbelief and pouted slightly, saying, “Grandpa, what are you talking about? I'm ordinary-looking?" Wasn't this just another way of calling her ugly? Tanner looked carefully at Cheyenne's fair face, rosy lips, clear bright eyes and good shape and thought, 'She's not ordinary-looking at all!' Iker's focus was on Layne's comment about him having ulterior motives towards Cheyenne; he couldn't help but curl his lips slightly with a faint smile, saying, "Old Mr. Edwards, don't worry about it. Although I am lame, there are certain standards when it comes to my other half." Cheyenne was a divorced woman who he wouldn't consider as a life partner. The reason he chose to live in the Lawrence Villa was that he wanted to figure out who was behind the fire.

Upon hearing that Iker didn't like his granddaughter, Layne got angry again. "What did you say? My granddaughter is talented and beautiful. Why wouldn't you like her?” He seemed to have forgotten that he himself blackened Cheyenne in front of Todd earlier.

Cheyenne didn't care how Iker saw herself. In fact, she only saw Iker as a benefactor. After she cured him, they might not see each other again, so the argument on that topic was unnecessary.

"Okay, Grandpa, let's focus on business first. You go write down a list quickly so we can replenish our medicinal herbs." "Hmph." Although still angry, Layne obediently went downstairs to prepare the list.

Considering Iker's injured leg, Cheyenne arranged him in the room next to hers so that she could take care of him if anything happened at night.

Since the family of four moved out, she had the villa redecorated according to her own taste.

The moment Iker pushed open the door, his expression was extremely vivid.

What met his eyes was a sea of pink - pink stars on the windowsill, a pink princess bed with a long fluffy carpet and dolls scattered all over...

Wasn't this just a room for little girls? Even if Iker went back to being seven or eight years old, he couldn't sleep in such a girly room.

He raised an eyebrow and spoke in a dull tone. "Miss Lawrence, may I change rooms?" "Well, since there's onlyliving in this villa, the decoration style of all the rooms are the sexcept for my grandfather's room. Master Iker, do you want to live with my grandfather?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Todd's face beceven more stiff as he gritted his teeth and said, "No need! Take away those dolls for me. Change the curtains into black opaque ones and replace the carpet with white. The sheets can be changed into gray color for now." Cheyenne listened to what he said with regret on her face; those dolls were personally selected by her and looked so pretty! Iker really had no childlike innocence left in him.

"Miss Lawrence, your leg injury... should be treated first,” He glanced at Cheyenne's knee where there were still red marks from wounds covered by dust which made it look pale pink all over. "Mm-hmm, see you later." Tanner truly lived up to being Iker's capable assistant as everything he ordered earlier was done by the tCheyenne finished taking her shower.

The girlish bedroom now looked brand new; from top-to-bottom it exuded Iker's style - simple yet elegant black- and-white tones.

After stpassed by, Cheyenne wore an apricot-colored silk camisole dress draped over same-color belt- style bathrobe while her wet hair hung down softly on her delicate shoulders.

She walked barefooted wearing flip-flops showing off slender ankles painted bright red nail polish making them look like they could easily fit within one hand grip.

She casually sat down opposite Iker on the sofa lifting up one foot revealing tender smooth legs right before his eyes.

The air was filled with a hint of damp fragrance, like the scent of blue roses. Blue roses were also known as "blue enchantresses," and Cheyenne at this moment was like an elegant blue rose, alluring and unaware.

Iker only glanced at her before awkwardly looking away, trying not to look at her. But in his mind, he still saw those delicate feet. They looked a bit plump but had fair skin and toenails that were as exquisite as shells.

Did this woman really think of him as a righteous person or did she just not see him as a man? It seemed like the latter was more likely.

Cheyenne simply poured disinfectant onto her knee and then used cotton swabs to dry it off before tearingn open band-aids and pressing them onto the bleeding wound. Even though she winced in pain, she never complained. Her red lips slightly parted, but what cout of her mouth was something else entirely. "The fire today wasn't simple. Did you find anything on site? Did you check the surveillance footage? Do you have any suspects?"

A series of questions caught Iker off guard, forcing him to calm down his thoughly. "Well, found this last night at the scene." He took out a round wooden bead from his suit pocket and handed it over to Cheyenne. This fingernail-sized wooden bead had a faint smell of sandalwood emanating from it with patterns on top... Wasn't this exactly the sone she found at the scene of an accident earlier?

Cheyenne was surprised by how identical they were when she carefully examined it up close while subconsciously reaching for her purse where she felt something cold and silky inside – realizing that she had changed clothes already; The bead must be in her work outfit left behind at the Foley mansion... "Master Iker! This bead is exactly identical to what Eddie has in his hand and what I have found." Iker nodded thoughtfully while gazing into space outside where stars twinkled dimly against the dark sky. "So we can conclude that whoever owns this bead is behind these three events." The mastermind cfor Iker!