She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 74: Master Iker'S Eccentric Taste

Chapter 74: Master Iker's Eccentric Taste

The man whom even the reclusive Iker had to personally receive was undoubtedly a big shot.

But why did she have to go?

"I'm sorry, but I won't go. I'm your doctor, not your companion. You should find someone else," Cheyenne said as she turned to leave.

Iker dismissed the servants and rolled his wheelchair into her bedroom - or rather, his bedroom. He had kindly given up his own room for Cheyenne last night and slept in the adjacent guest room instead.

"Miss Lawrence, do you see any other women in my villa?" he asked pointedly.

"You can bring Tanner with you."

"Tanner is male."

"He can cross-dress as a woman."

"This, I'm afraid, is too eye-catching."

Tanner, who had just arrived at the door, looked very upset.

'Miss Lawrence, please don't trick me again. I can't dress up as a woman! I'm a real man.'

"Master Iker. Master Kai is urging you to hurry over there."

"I understand." Iker turned his cold gaze back and scared Tanner into quickly leaving.

In the bedroom, only Iker and Cheyenne were left.

"Miss Lawrence, just collaborate with me for a performance! You can set the conditions as you please!"

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne had an expression that clearly said "why?"

He could choose not to bring a maid.

Immediately after, she heard Iker's explanation.

"If I go alone, I'll be suspected when I try to fake illness and leave early."

It turned out this guy wanted to pretend to be sick and leave early.

Cheyenne thought for a moment with her arms crossed, and her face was peaceful and lovely.

After a moment, a mischievous glint flashed in those eyes.

She extended her small, delicate hand and made the gesture for "five."

"500 thousand?" Iker blurted out.

She gasped in surprise. "Wh-what?"

"Is it 5 million? Deal. I'll pay you that. Hurry up and change your clothes."

It was just accompanying him to a banquet, but she could gain 5 million. Of course, she wouldn't miss such a great opportunity to make money. "Fine, I'll give you face today!"

Cheyenne sighed and reached for the champagne-colored gown in the tray. It was actually the haute couture dress she had seen at fashion week last time.

She had liked it then, but hadn't seen it on sale since.

How did he manage to buy it?

She remembered that the price back then was over three million. This guy really was rich!

"Hurry up and change."

"Well then, go outside! Don't you know about personal space?" Cheyenne regained her composure and rolled her eyes at him.

He chuckled softly after hearing this. "Miss Lawrence, are you perhaps mistaken about something?"

"What?"

Cheyenne looked at him with confusion and then followed his gaze to her empty bedroom. Finally, she realized what was wrong.

The room had nothing but a bed and a dresser. If it weren't for the luxurious velvet double bed, she would have thought she was sleeping in a prison cell.

This "simple" decoration style was Master Iker's aesthetic.

"This is your bedroom!" she said, surprised. How did she end up spending the night in Iker's bedroom?

He gave a nonchalant hum as if admitting it. Seeing her shocked expression made him feel as happy as seeing a rainbow after the rain.

It turned out that this woman also had such an adorable and clueless side.

"I saw you fall asleep on the couch like a dead pig after dinner last night, so I kindly carried you here because I didn't want you to catch cold," he explained.

"But wait, don't you have other rooms in your villa?" Cheyenne asked incredulously. With such a big villa, there couldn't possibly be only one spare room!

Iker nodded truthfully. "I don't like having people over too much, and since saving is a virtue, there are only four rooms: one for Tanner, one for me, two for maids and one guest room where you treated my illness before."

The rest of the rooms were even left open without doors. No one would steal anything because there was nothing.

Iker was used to military life, and it was the same when he returned home. Except for the necessary books and electronic devices, even clothes were just a few lonely sets in the closet.

It's called "minimalism"!

"I curse you to marry a drama queen, and you two will fight because of your stinginess every day!"

Cheyenne gritted her teeth and said as she took her clothes into the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom...

It was even more empty and desolate.

This is very Master Iker.

Fortunately, the maid had prepared all daily necessities for her, thoughtfully including facial cleanser.

After Cheyenne finished washing up, she put on a long dress and came out.

The moment she opened the door, Iker was stunned by her beauty.

His visual inspection was indeed as accurate as ever. This dress seemed tailor-made for Cheyenne.

The dress accentuated her perfect curves, making them even more alluring. The V-neck collar revealed a hint of a snow-white cleavage.

Veiled by the thin gauze on her chest, it was visible yet elusive.

Though not particularly tall, her body proportions rivaled those of a model. Her wavy hair cascaded down, complementing the champagne-colored mermaid skirt, creating a blend of elegance and nobility.

Cheyenne walked towards him with a sexy sway, every step like a mermaid in the blue sea. Iker considered himself quite experienced in the presence of beautiful women, but Cheyenne was by far the most comforting one he had ever met.

"Stunned?" The beauty smirked and ran her fingers through her hair. "Don't fall for me now."

Iker coughed abruptly at her words, nearly choking on his own breath. "Look at yourself, a divorced woman. Are you even worthy of me?"

Cheyenne leaned closer to him with a playful smile on her face, still carrying the scent of fresh orchids from her recent shower. Her red lips parted slowly as she spoke in a low and husky voice, "Master Iker, your words only prove that you're outdated. Divorced women are actually more popular now."

"What nonsense!" Iker couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Alright then, since you're dressed up now, let's head downstairs where the stylist is waiting for you."

Iker left without another word while holding onto his wheelchair's handles tightly and leaving behind only his solitary figure facing Cheyenne as his voice echoed through space.

"A stylist?"

The stingy guy actually hired a stylist for her!All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.