She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 398: Keep the Tomb The couple found themselves in a difficult situation and exchanged a brief glance, deciding to resort to playing dirty.

Malaya took a deep breath, discreetly encouraging herself - 'I am a shrewish woman, who should I be afraid of? As long as I can avoid paying the debt, it doesn't matter. Besides, Cheyenne won't be coming back, so this contract is just a piece of waste paper.' "Master Iker, may I ask if there were witnesses present when this contract was signed?" Malaya immediately seized on the opportunity, coldly sneering, "Aside from old Mr. Edwards, the rest of them are your own men, so their testimony has no credibility." "What are you saying? The Todd family is incredibly wealthy, and yet you think we can't afford five million?" For ordinary people, five million might be an amount to earn for a lifetime, but for the Todd family, it was merely the cost of a garment. Even if the Iker spent a hundred million every month, he wouldn't be able to exhaust his wealth in his lifetime. Why would he swindle them out of a mere five million? George naturally stood on his wife's side, playing the role of the pacifier. After all, he was afraid of offending the Todd family and facing retaliation. They were just a small family, unable to afford to offend these wealthy and powerful families.

"Master Iker, please calm down. My wife did not mean to offend you. It's just that Cheyenne may have encountered a misfortune, and as her father, I am also heartbroken." George tried to reason. "But people must always look forward. She has had a difficult life, growing up without a mother. Now, at such a young age, she is gone. This house is the only thing she left me, so I hope you understand, Master Iker." Iker originally thought Kai was despicable enough, but now he realized that Cheyenne had suffered even more than he imagined. Had this selfish and hypocritical father ever shown her a shred of love? Iker fel anger towards Cheyenne's circumstances, and under the influence of this empathy, he couldn't even look kindly upon George.

With narrowed deep-set eyes and hands clasped together, he slowly traced his thumb along the back of his hand, a gesture full of hidden meaning. The sharp scrutiny in his gaze was oppressive, exerting a dominating pressure that made George's scalp tingle.

In his mind, George muttered to himself, ‘Iker was just a useless person sitting in a wheelchair, so how could he possess such a powerful and terrifying presence?' But then he remembered - Iker had once been in the military. He had killed people.

'Maybe more than one, hands stained with blood...' George thought to himself, regretting that he had listened to Nora's words when he saw Iker's elegant and clearly articulated hands beckoning to him. "Well..." George's words faltered, his face turning red as he didn't know how to answer the question.

Nora stepped forward, interrupting their conversation. “Letspeak. As far as I know, she has been missing for three days. Master Iker and the police seem to be searching for her everywhere." "The Golden 72 hours have passed, and I fear my poor sister may have encountered a mishap. As her only relative, we are here to take care of her affairs." "Even if there is no body, it would be good to have a tomb to mourn her, wouldn't it?" Tanner was dumbfounded, witnessing such a "family" for the first time. They believed Miss Lawrence was dead even though she hadn't been found yet.

Just then, a slightly hoarse but melodious voice sounded from the doorway, "My dear little sister, I think you should keep this tomb for yourself." The voice! Iker's face couldn't hide his joy as he looked over. The beautiful figure wearing a pink dress, whom he had been thinking about day and night for the past three days, was none other than Cheyenne. She appeared thinner, with several new wounds on her feet, while old Mr. Edwards supported her as they slowly walked in.

Cheyenne's appearance left the whole family stunned.

Layne fixed his gaze on the two of them and took bold steps towards George, unabashedly giving him a resounding slap.

In his fifty-plus years of life, George had never been slapped like this before.

Everyone seemed surprised by the normally smiling and gentle old Mr. Edwards' sudden burst of anger. The slap was delivered swiftly and harshly,.

Unluckily, Layne was the one who hit George, and the latter dared not fight back. His face swelled up high, bowing his head and apologizing. "Dad, you've misunderstood. Malaya and I heard that Cheyenne went missing, so we cto help with the search," George said calmly.

"Don't call'Dad', your father-in-law is Zack Mitchell!" George said angrily. Malaya felt sorry for her husband being slapped and took out a white handkerchief from her bag, gently wiping his face while taking the blupon herself.

"Old Mr. Edwards, you've really misunderstood. We cin and saw two unfamiliar men in the house. It's understandable that George reacted that way," Malaya explained. Layne knew exactly what kind of person she was. Without giving her any respect, he gave her a slap in the face. "Master Iker is living here withand Cheyenne's consent. If you want to move in, sure, but it'll cost you! Five million per person." Five million... that would be twenty million for their family of four! Why doesn't this old man just rob a bank?

Cheyenne stood at the door, smiling, her gaze falling suspiciously on the bags carried by the two intruders. "Grandpa, you've misunderstood They don't want to move in, they just want to take over my house.” Her words hit the nail on the head, causing an embarrassed blush to appear on the faces of the three people. "How dare they! This house was bought for your mother, and now it rightfully belongs to you. No one can take it away!" George exclaimed.

Malaya also glared at Nora before turning to Cheyenne and offering forced smiles. "Cheyenne, you'ven misunderstood. Your father and I were really worried about you. In the three days you were missing, your father couldn't eat or sleep, and he's lost weight." Lost weight? Cheyenne looked at her "father," who seemed well-fed, and couldn't see how he had lost any weight.

Changing the subject, she fixed her gaze on the bags held by the mother and daughter. "Is that 9? Kdidn't ve realize my father had lost weight.

Since you said you cto visit me, I'm sure you didn't cempty-handed." "I want to see what you've brought me, such a big bag," she said with a playful tone.

"Oh, Malaya, you really spoil me!" Cheyenne quickly snatched the backpack off Malaya's shoulder and emptied it onto the floor.

"No!" Two simultaneous screams echoed throughout the villa.

Clattering sounds followed as several items fell out.