She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 96: Kelvin'S Fury

Chapter 96: Kelvin's Fury

She reached out and turned the doorknob of the door, cautiously sticking out her head and looking around.

The room was empty, indeed no one was there, so she walked out confidently in her bathrobe.

The clothes were placed on the chair next to it. Cheyenne took a closer look and found that it was actually a black maid outfit.

Her lips twitched slightly as she reached out to pick up the piece of clothing, holding it up to her nose for a quick sniff. Luckily, there was no scent other than laundry detergent.

With a deep breath, she reluctantly put on the garment and made her way downstairs. Iker was lounging on the sofa, sipping a cup of hot coffee that had just been delivered by the maid. As he took another sip, he heard footsteps approaching from outside.

At the door stood several tall figures dressed in black, led by none other than his younger brother Davon. By his side was a man in a white suit with sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to look right through him.

"Kelvin?" Iker couldn't help but wonder what brought him here.

Without missing a beat, he greeted them with thinly veiled sarcasm, "Mr. Foley! What brings you all the way to my humble abode?"

Kelvin studied Iker carefully as he sat there in his bathrobe with damp hair still clinging to his forehead - not someone you'd want to mess with even if he was disabled now.

"Iker, I invited Mr. Foley over today," Davon explained calmly. "I came here to tell you that the summit will be held on the 13th next month, and the President will attend with Emily," he said.

As soon as Iker heard the familiar name, a surge of anger rising within him. Emily. She was the heiress of the Davidson family, and also recognized as the President's goddaughter. Her noble status made her a true "goddess".

She graduated from Harvard University with a degree in jewelry design, fluent in eight languages and skilled at playing musical instruments. She was also an accomplished artist and had unparalleled beauty.

After returning to Chulae, she created her own luxury brand called "Dream", designing jewelry that left everyone amazed.

This woman who possessed countless virtues was once Iker's fiancee. The marriage between their families had been arranged long ago.

When old Mr. Todd saved the President's life, the President promised to arrange for their marriage once his daughter was born but unfortunately his daughter was stillborn and he had no other child. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

At thirty-five years old, he adopted Emily as his goddaughter from his wife's family.

When Iker turned eighteen years old, old Mr. Todd was dying, so he held onto a token from years ago to make sure that the President would keep his promise by arranging for their marriage.

And so it was settled - they were engaged when Iker was eighteen while Emily one year younger than him.

After their engagement ceremony, Iker grew up from an inexperienced youth into a tough military general over time.

He had achieved great success and became a star in the eyes of all of Chulae. Many young girls from noble families admired him, the future one-ranked general of the empire, the eldest son of the Todd family.

But then an accident happened - Iker's legs were crippled. To compensate for his loss, Mr. President proposed that they marry each other, but Emily could not accept having a lame husband.

She flew back from overseas and went straight to the Todd family to break off their engagement. Iker was humiliated and publicly promised to let her go.

When Mr. President found out about this, it was too late - their engagement was broken off and tokens were returned.

Mr. President was so angry that he ignored Emily for a month and sent her to Metshire as a diplomat for half a year before allowing her to return home.

Iker hadn't paid attention to news about Emily for years.

When he heard her name again, surprisingly, he didn't feel as resentful or angry as before anymore.

Three years had passed since then; time had dulled everything down. He believed that he could be indifferent soon.

Iker's face remained calm and collected as he looked at the two of them, "What do you want to say? Or rather, what is your purpose?"

Kelvin finally spoke up to explain, "Actually, I have something that needs Master Iker's help. You can make any conditions."

The Foley family was one of the three giants and Kelvin was the head of it himself. How could there be anything that he couldn't handle on his own?

That was certainly new.

"Well, it's like this. I heard that Mr. President has a Rejuvenated Herb and I wanted Master Iker to introduce Mr. President to me. The conditions are negotiable."

All for a plant?

Cheyenne crouched behind the handrail on the second floor landing and clearly heard Kelvin's words.

He still hadn't given up!

And now he had set his sights on the herb kept by the President!

He really went all out for Abbie.

"Miss Lawrence, what are you doing here?"

Coincidentally, a servant came out of the study with cleaning tools in hand and saw Cheyenne sitting ungracefully by herself on the stairs.

This sentence caught everyone's attention.

Boom!

Her mind felt like it had been split in two by a thunderbolt, with one half blank and the other running at high speed.

What should she do?

Should she pretend they hadn't seen her and immediately turn around to leave?

Or should she smile and say hello?

She could clearly feel an icy cold gaze like a knife looking at her, as if wanting to tear her apart.

Cheyenne slowly lifted her head to look over and met Kelvin's angry upturned eyes.

She couldn't help but be stunned.

He never expected to see her here!

What was she wearing?

A black maid outfit that accentuated the roundness of her chest with a bow tied behind her waist, making her slender waist even more pronounced.

Her fair and slender calves were exposed without any stockings. Her wavy long hair hung down on her shoulders, swaying with every step she took.

The ordinary maid outfit had somehow transformed into that of a comic book heroine under Cheyenne's touch.

Kelvin knew better than anyone else how great Cheyenne's figure was.

"Miss Lawrence, come sit over here," Iker raised his eyebrows lightly and instructed.

As she approached, Kelvin clearly smelled the fragrance on her body, which was exactly the same as Iker's.

Thinking back to the latter having just taken a shower with his hair still damp, and looking at Cheyenne's slightly wet hair, Kelvin had an increasingly cold gaze.

He wondered what was going on between her and Iker just now.