She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 113: Master Iker'S Gift

Chapter 113: Master Iker's Gift

The loud sound was like a thunderbolt, which startled the people outside. They all turned their gaze towards the source of the noise.

"Say it again! This dress, Cheyenne really gave it to you?"

The man's face was as cold and ruthless as a demon crawling out of hell. His narrow eyes were filled with towering anger, like molten lava about to erupt from a volcano, ready to burn people into ashes.

His imposing presence caused the surrounding air to suddenly drop several degrees.

"Yes, it's... yes, her. She gave it to me."

A young girl in her prime lay on the ground, with bright red color reflecting off her fair skin. Her delicate and beautiful face was covered in tears.

In that moment when she stumbled earlier, her gorgeous red dress caught on the rosewood screen and tore a large hole in it.

Several transparent, semi-circular objects fell out from under Nora's clothes and rolled to people's feet with a clatter.

One of them suddenly stopped when it collided with the person's foot.

The next moment, a fair and beautiful hand picked it up. It was an extremely perfect hand, suitable for playing any musical instrument in the world.

The sound of fine and high heels stepping on the golden floor was rhythmic and clear, like a cat's paw stepping on piano strings, stirring the heartstrings.

Next, a silver gorgeous princess dress came into everyone's sight. In this hall filled with golden splendor, the silver dress became a beautiful scenery.

The woman's wavy long hair hung down to her waist, accentuating her slender waist.

With each step she took, the irregular fishtail hem of her gown swayed like a snowy white wave. The high slit in her dress revealed her smooth, fair legs, and it left everyone captivated.

Cheyenne curled her red lips, a faint smile hiding in her eyes as she walked step by step towards Nora.

Gazing down at Nora, she said gently, "You lost your breast pad."

"Ha-ha..."

The originally dull atmosphere of the venue was enlivened by her witty remark, which elicited a wave of suppressed laughter.

She tossed the silicone breast pad into Nora's arms, leaving the latter blushing intensely. It was unclear whether she was embarrassed, ashamed, or just plain angry.

It is highly likely to be the last one, after all, people like Nora have no sense of shame.

Several whispered discussions could be heard behind them, and a gentleman nearby awkwardly inquired with his companion, "There's one at my feet, should I give it to her?"

Next to Iker, a woman also picked one up, but she had accidentally stepped on it and made it dirty.

"How many did she use?"

"About four! I saw them fall out." From NôvelDrama.Org.

Even Kelvin and Abbie, who had just entered the room, heard it. How could Nora not hear?

She held her chest tightly with both hands and tears of grievance welled up in her eyes as she stared at Cheyenne with a fierce determination to tear her apart.

"Omari, do you think she is ungrateful? I picked up her thing, but she just gave me a dirty look." Cheyenne's lazy voice sounded like she was whining.

Omari didn't know what others thought but after hearing that he felt like he was floating in honey. Cheyenne actually whined at him!

He wasn't mistaken, right?

To match Cheyenne's tone, Omari looked disdainfully at Nora and changed his tone completely.

"Don't worry about her, Cheyenne. Some people just don't know how to be grateful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nora quickly looked up at Omari. He wore a silver-gray suit that seemed deliberately matched with the gown that Cheyenne wore.

At first glance, the man was handsome beyond measure while the woman was extremely beautiful - they were a perfect match like they came straight out of a fairy tale world - prince charming and princess together.

Who is this man? Why is he with Cheyenne?

Similarly, Iker also noticed the young man next to Cheyenne which made him feel uncomfortable when they appeared together.

Looking down at her dress, his low cold voice asked discontentedly, "Why did you let someone else wear the dress I gave you?"

His deep-set eyes glared coldly at Cheyanne giving off an impression that if she dared say "yes", then he might take matters into his own hands anytime soon.

"What dress?" Surprisingly, there was confusion on that beautiful face as she looked down at herself.

Frowning slightly and looking up again, she asked, "You gave me this dress?"

"No!" With a cold expression on his face, Iker denied immediately.

"It's from me!" Omari was afraid someone else would take credit for himself and answered quickly

The two voices spoke simultaneously throughout the hall, making it clear for everyone present: The dress worn by Cheyenne had been given by Mr. Lara while Nora wore one given by Iker.

As for why it was on Nora, there was only one possibility - Nora had falsely claimed to receive the dress herself.

"Master Iker, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you gave the dress to me."

She never thought that both of them would give her a dress, so when she saw this silver-white dress, Cheyenne first thought it was from her grandfather.

But her grandfather couldn't have been so thoughtful as to prepare even the jewelry and high heels with such a perfect fit.

She thought maybe it was from her friend Kate.

"Since you agreed to be my companion tonight, giving you a dress is nothing," said Iker in an attempt to avoid answering why he gave her the gift. He acted coldly and arrogantly in response to the doubt in her eyes.

Abbie couldn't help but gasp when she looked at Nora's outfit. "An Oasis dress and Zosho jewelry combined are worth at least three or four million dollars."

"And Miss Lawrence's silver long gown is even more expensive. It's from Wind Wings; that crown alone costs almost one million dollars, not counting the dress and shoes..."

Maybe around five million dollars in total.

Kelvin stood behind Abbie and Omari, watching two silver figures standing together - one bright and one dark - their colors harmonious. She wore a dress given by another man!

In their three years of marriage, Kelvin had never felt like he shortchanged Abbie on anything related to food or clothing or housing or transportation.

He had his butler send many Oasis dresses to Cheyenne, any of which was more beautiful than what she was wearing now.

Seeing Kelvin's displeased expression made Abbie sigh lightly before speaking again, "Miss Lawrence and Mr. Lara really look like a good match when standing together while Master Iker..."

"That's enough! Stop talking!" Kelvin coldly warned with his eyes full of warning.

This look scared Abbie so much that she fell silent immediately. She realized how hasty she just became after the tall figure in black turned and walked away.

Did Kelvin hate her now?