She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 405: Betrayal Three Years Ago The next day, Jerry was awakened by a bartender. It was closing tfor their night shift, and they needed to clear out the customers in the bar.

He groggily woke up, only to find himself lying on the bar's couch, his head pounding as if it was about to explode.

The pain was unbearable.

Beer bottles were scattered on the coffee table and the floor in front of him. How did he end up getting drunk in a bar? Wait a minute, wasn't yesterday the final exam? Did he feel so liberated after finishing the exam that he went to the bar to celebrate? The things he bought yesterday were still on the couch, which reassured Jerry. It must have been like that.

"How much?" he asked.

"Sir, you spent a total of 130, 517 last night. Will you be paying by card or cash?" the bartender replied.

"What!!" He had just been having a few drinks by himself, and he ended up spending over a hundred thousand! Jerry was shocked, his eyes almost popping out. He had a gloomy expression as he calculated that he would have to work hard for the next three months to make up for it.

As he stepped out of the bar, the sun was shining brightly outside, but Jerry's mind was in chaos. Why did he feel like he had forgotten something important? Oh right, he had a wonderful dream last night.

He dreamt about the goddess Nora, drinking with her, and even kissing her in the dream.

Upon waking up, he found himself all alone, confirming that it was indeed just a dream.

It must have been because he had been obsessing over Nora during the day that he had such audacious dream. From somewhere, a black dog appeared and started biting on his pants, refusing to let go.

It had black curly fur, eyes as dark as buttons, emitting a deep, dark radiance.

With its short legs, it wagged its tail and followed behind him.

Jerry looked down and couldn't help but wear a speechless expression. "Why does this dog look so ugly?" "Woof woof woof!" "Hmph! You stupid dog, how dare you bare your teeth? Don't think you're the only tough guy here, I can be one too!" Jerry squinted his eyes, turned around, and bared his teeth at the small black dog. "Woof woof woof." A battle of gazes ensued between the man and the dog. Jerry kicked the dog away and ran off, carrying his belongings.

"Woof." "Stupid dog, stop chasing me. I have to go to school... Go chase someone else!" "Woof woof." "Damn, are you in heat? I must have becso ridiculously handsthat I'm irresistible to both humans and animals!" Look, society can be really harsh.

When he was ugly, not even a dog would pay attention to him.

Now that he's handsome, they chase him desperately.

In the tranquil morning, Jerry ran through the streets, full of vitality.

The Lawrence Villa.

A table filled with nutritious breakfast was set, with Cheyenne sitting beside her grandfather Layne, and Iker facing her.

Tanner stood nearby, ready to assist the young master with serving food.

The maid had been asked by Cheyenne to temporarily leave. As they ate, Cheyenne briefly explained to her grandfather and Master Iker everything she had witnessed at TWILIGHT. The Judge, the trafficking of human organs, and the imprisonment of Jonathan.

She purposely downplayed the three days she spent hiding, where her life was in danger.

She didn't want her grandfather to worry about her.

"And one more thing, I suspect... that Aidan who wanted to captureis actually Master Davon. He is indeed connected to Soar Casino and TWILIGHT." "Do you all remember the last tMr. Zamora was ambushed, and I almost got into a car accident? It was all orchestrated by Soar Casino." "Konner was Madam Thalia's driver. He must have obeyed Master Davon and learned about the darkness of Soar Casino, which is why Master Davon killed him." "And the Datura stramonium found in his body happens to be one of the three treasures of TWILIGHT's flagship products - Misty Forest!" Cheyenne's speculations were entirely reasonable, causing everyone to sink into contemplation.

Tanner clenched his fists in anger, hammering the wall with frustration. Through gritted teeth, he said, "It's really them behind the scenes. Three years ago, they plotted against Master Iker, and now they can't accept it unless he dies." The perpetrator set the fire in Iker's Estate had been found - it was the security guard from Iker's Estate. After the incident, he resigned and returned to his hometown.

Master Iker's men brought him back, and he admitted that it was Master Davon who ordered him. If he didn't comply, his family members would suffer.

Cheyenne was curious about what happened three years ago. She looked at Iker and softly said, “Master Iker, I've escaped death for your sake. What truly happened three years ago? Can you please share it with us so we can find a way to deal with Master Davon's upcoming schemes?" The man's handsface turned gloomy. He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes." Three years ago, he was a young and promising future general, full of potential. However, due to a car accident, he lost his legs and his path to greatness was cut short.

This car accident was definitely not an ordinary one. He received a call from Erica and hurriedly drove back hfrom the neighboring city, despite the rain.

He always treated Erica like his own younger sister. In the phone call, Erica said she was in urgent trouble and very scared.

As he was passing through a curved stretch of road, another black truck sudden appeared and headed straight towards him.

Iker instructed the driver to reverse, but the truck driver crashed into his car.

The car rolled off the cliff, but fortunately, he was able to break the window with a safety hammer and jump out in time, grabbing onto a small sapling on the edge of the cliff, his body hanging in mid-air. He held on for a whole day and night with sheer determination. When he tried to climb up with his own strength, a figure in white appeared and shattered his hope with a stone.

Iker remembered that dress. It was a birthday gift he personally gave Erica on her eighteenth birthday.

He never expected that the person who pushed him into hell would be Erica, whom he had treated as his sister and cherished for over a decade. When he woke up in the hospital, the doctor told him that his legs were no longer functional.

He would never be able to walk again in his lifetime.

Naturally, his position and future were taken away by someone else.

His father announced that he would marry a new wife, and that person was none other than Erica.

She was pregnant.

The child belonged to his father.

Iker didn't know if this was his father deliberately announcing the news, to protect Erica or if Erica's ambition had grown to the point where she was willing to give herself to his father. He didn't expose the truth about that figure in white; he simply forbade Erica from ever setting foot in Iker's Estate again! After listening to his story, Cheyenne had an intuition that the figure in white was not Erica.

Women understand women the best.

When Erica looked at Iker, there was a spark in her eyes.

Just like the way she used to look at Kelvin.

How could Erica, who loved him deeply, possibly push him off a cliff with her own hands.