She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 398

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 felt 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. "Let me speak. 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.