She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 505: Iker's Legs

She was here!

The woman charged from behind, her legs clamping around the man's neck, and a backward somersault brought him down to the ground.

In a split second, she descended like an angel, her posture looking both cool and handsome. As the baseball cap fell off, her high ponytail swayed in the air, forming a perfect arc.

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Boom!

Gunshots rang out, like thunder on a clear day.

The trajectory of the bullets suddenly changed, heading towards the crowd, causing everyone to duck.

Cheyenne kicked hard at Davon's ankle, her gaze fixed on him, and demanded, "Where are my grandfather and Mr. Owen?"

Davon, after seeing who was pressing him, smirked fearlessly, his chest heaving rapidly. His laughter was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "Your grandpa might as well be the 'ingredient' by now. You could go to the landfill to pick up the pieces and sew them back together for a complete body."

"Shut up!" Enraged, she struck him across the face, knocking out two of his teeth.

Grabbing his collar, she questioned again, "Are you going to talk, or do I need to break your legs, and dig out your eyes?"

Davon's lips twitched slightly. He was aware that others might not do so, but Cheyenne would do what she said.

He coughed before speaking, "I... I'll tell. Your grandpa is... You can go to hell, Cheyenne! You'll never find him, hahaha!"

Davon, pinned down by her, had hidden a knife. While she was focused on getting an answer, he suddenly retaliated, stabbing fiercely at Cheyenne.

"Watch out!"

Iker rushed forward and grabbed Cheyenne's shoulder, pulling her back. At the same time, the blade pierced his arm, and soon... crimson blood flowed down his black sleeve onto the green grass, soaking into the earth.

But he was relieved that she was unharmed.

Gordon reacted the fastest, and with his two men, controlled the frenzied Davon.

"Get him out of here."

This time, they used two pairs of handcuffs. They didn't believe he could break free.

As Davon was being taken away, he glanced back at Cheyenne with a sinister look and left a chilling remark.

"You'd better hope I rot in there forever. Otherwise, you'll end up dead at my hands sooner or later!"

Cheyenne didn't have time to pay attention to him. Failing to learn the exact whereabouts of her grandfather left her feeling despondent and shaken.

Iker covered his arm, stood up, and took a few steps before being engulfed by an embrace from Tanner, the baby-faced lieutenant in a sharp military uniform, his eyes brimming with tears as he held onto Iker, full of concern.

"You okay, Master Iker?"

"Let go of me first! You touched my wound..." He pushed Tanner away with a hint of disdain.

"Ah? I'm... I'm sorry, Master!"

Cheyenne turned to look at them. If it weren't for Iker protecting her just now, she might have been the one in trouble now.

She sincerely thanked Iker, "Thank you just now, Master Iker. I'm sorry for causing you injury."

"It's nothing. It's what I should do."

His firm tone made Cheyenne suddenly widen her beautiful eyes.

"Huh?"

'Could it be... that Master Iker... had feelings for her? Being too beautiful could be troublesome sometimes!'

The next day, the media industry in Akloit stirred up another wave of heat.

Major websites, magazines, and newspapers competed to report on what happened at the Todd family's press conference yesterday. The headlines were sensational and rampant.

Like the one Kelvin was looking at right now - "Hero Saves Beauty: Romance Between Major General And Tough Noblelady"

He clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hand, with a faint hint of blue at the fingertips.

The newspaper was crumpled into a ball and accurately thrown into the trash.

Damn the romance!

How could she possibly like that dull man? So what if his legs were healed?

Chris came in and happened to see Kelvin's gloomy expression, startling him for a moment... he glanced at the wastebasket.

A familiar headline on top!

Wasn't it the project he had been working on lately?

"Mr. Foley, that is... the island acquisition plan you need for next Monday!"

Exactly! Kelvin had bought the small island in the sea where he had lived with Cheyenne for twenty-five days for a hefty sum of thirteen billion, planning to build a private villa on it and name it "Love Island" to surprise Cheyenne.

Chris coughed softly and reminded him.

Kelvin furrowed his brows, complaining coldly, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"Well, you didn't ask me... Of course, he could only mutter this in his mind.

The next moment, Kelvin's casual statement made him completely collapse.

"Redo it!"

Struggling to persuade himself not to be angry.

"Yes, Mr. Foley."

The matter had been addressed; why hadn't he left yet? Kelvin looked at him curiously, and sneered impatiently, "Do you have something else?"

"Mr. Parry is here to see you."

Kelvin replied immediately, "Not seeing him!"

He naturally knew why Teagan had come to find him at this time.

In the more-than-half month that he had been missing, the Parry Group's stock had plummeted nearly 400%x Although there was good news, they were still at a severe disadvantage due to hostile competition. If things continued like this, the Parry Group would be finished in a couple of days.

He had to plead with Kelvin to stop the attack against the Parry Group.

Chris hesitated for a while before he said, "Master Vincent already let Mr. Parry wait outside."

Vincent's position as the "acting CEO" had not been revoked since Kelvin's return so many days ago, so Vincent still outranked Chris and had to comply with Vincent.

Kelvin snorted, not expecting Vincent to make such a decision for him.

"Since he's here, we'll go meet him."

It was perfect timing for venting his frustrations after reading the ridiculous news.

"Yes, Mr. Foley."

Chris walked ahead and opened the door for him, secretly wishing Mr. Parry good luck.