She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 226: Mr. Todd Cooks by Himself The reason why that person targeted Eddie and her was probably because they his plans.

Soar Casino, Konner, the Todd family... what was the connection between them? Cheyenne fell into a deep thought. Suddenly someone's belly rumbled.

She instinctively looked up at Iker, her red lips curved with a hint of teasing smile. "Master Iker, are you hungry?" Seeing her starry eyes and sweet smile, Iker couldn't help but pause for a moment. A hint of laughter flashed in his eyes.

His voice still sounded cold. "Miss Lawrence, it seems like your belly is rumbling." As soon as he finished speaking, another “rumbling" sound rang in Cheyenne's ear again. She looked down to where the sound cfrom.

Embarrassing. It really was her stomach rumbling.

Her face turned red instantly; she wished she could turn back tand take back what she said just now.

She wanted to watch Iker make fun of themselves but ended up being laughed at instead.

Cto think of it, she woke up at noon after sleeping at the Foley mansion, then had sconflict with Abbie on the street and went to the Todd mansion in the afternoon before finally returning here until now. It had been an entire day since she last ate anything! Now if she ordered food delivery, it would take more than half an hour to arrive...

Hold on! Cheyenne felt embarrassed as she picked up the water glass on the table and filled it with water before gulping down one cup quickly.

The cool water flowed into her stomach, giving her ssense of fullness but only momentarily before hunger pangs returned once again...

She frowned while trying hard not to show how hungry she was by slightly opening her lips. "Is there any new progress regarding Konner's matter at the Todd family?" The white light shone upon his silhouette, making him look like he was covered in silver light all over his body. With sharp eyebrows and deep-set eyes staring intently towards Cheyenne's direction, he suddenly spoke, "I'm also feeling quite hungry." The woman paused briefly, then smiled cutely, handing him over the glass that was still in hand. "Do you want some... water?" "No." Taking back her glass, Cheyenne wanted to continue their discussion, but Iker interrupted her again, "Where is your kitchen?" "Ah? It's... over there!" With a flick of her finger, she quickly lowered her head and whispered, "But I don't know how to cook. I haven't been hfor several days and I'm afraid there's nothing to eat in the fridge." "Do you want noodles?" Cheyenne nodded, her round eyes looking at him with sudden brightness, licking her luscious lips full of anticipation.

"I'll eat anything. I'm not picky." Iker pushed the wheelchair into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was indeed empty except for a pile of beer cans, two tomatoes and a row of eggs.

As he closed the door behind him, he coldly asked, “Tomato egg noodles okay?" Cheyenne limped over to the kitchen door, holding onto her waist with both hands. Her fair face rested on them as if she were an eager student watching his every move. "Anything is fine... Master Iker can actually cook!" Iker didn't answer her but gave her a disdainful look instead.

He couldn't imagine how Cheyenne managed to survive on just beer in an empty fridge all by herself.

Quickly washing and slicing up the tomatoes into pieces before handing three eggs over to Cheyenne and saying, "Miss Lawrence, you know how to beat eggs right?" Cheyenne immediately took hold of them firmly with determination in her eyes as she replied, "Of course I do! Do you think I'm stupid or something?" It seemed like such an easy task...

However this kitchen novice was already being looked down upon by Iker who saw that after she stirred it twice, quite segg mixture had spilled out onto the floor.

Cheyenne secretly glanced at him while putting down the bowl; apparently cooking wasn't meant for someone like her.

The only dish she knew how to make was chicken soup but unfortunately there were no ingredients left in the refrigerator so she couldn't prove herself worthy enough for Iker's taste buds.

Iker noticed that Cheyenne wanted to escape from this situation, so he grabbed hold of her collar tightly, pulling her towards himself and commanding coldly, "What are you running away for? Stay here with me." "The smoke from cooking will ruin my delicate skin since I am such a beautiful fairy girl." She had only ever cooked once before in order to impress someone special but unfortunately he didn't appreciate it which led Cheyenne never stepping foot inside another kitchen again. Compared to cooking food herself, she preferred tasting food directly instead.

"So Miss Lawrence are you not going to eat then?" Cheyenne resigned herself to the situation and grabbed onto the door frame, watching Iker in the kitchen. He moved quickly, heating up oil in a pan and pouring in the egg mixture that she had made earlier. The aroma of eggs filled the air as he added tomatoes to make soup, seasoning it simply with salt and pepper.

The simple dish of tomato and egg noodles was surprisingly delicious. Ten minutes later, they sat down to eat with Cheyenne helping out by serving. She took a mouthful of noodles.

"Be careful no to burn yourself," Iker warned.

"Mmm," she replied.

She never liked eating noodles before but Iker's cooking was exceptional. She found herself enjoying every bite of this hot bowl of noodles.

In contrast to her rough style of eating, Iker ate elegantly like a nobleman even when eating noodles. He watched Cheyenne's satisfied expression as he slowly savored his own bowl of noodles; suddenly feeling very happy inside knowing that she was the first person who had tasted his cooking. "Master Iker, why do you know how to cook? I thought people like you just have everything handed over on a silver platter." At least Kelvin did so.

Iker looked at her empty bowl contentedly, then turned coldly towards Cheyenne with disdainful eyes.

"Well, you're mistaken. I joined the army when I was sixteen, and for the past dozen years, I've been on the move, learning all sorts of skills along the way." Cooking is just one small skill among many others.

Cheyenne silently drank her soup while thinking that if someone as young as Iker could beca general, then he must have gone through many hardships. He was different from those rich second-generation kids who only knew how party all day long She indeed underestimated him before this moment.

"Alright, let's talk about Konner now," said Iker getting straight back into business mode without evenom finishing his meal yet. “I had someone investigate him and found out that he is just an ordinary driver but has an overseas account with two million dollars balance."

He handed over sdocuments containing information on Konner's account which showed made using virtual Xayments F called gold coins which started gaining popularity several years ago online. could be exchanged for US dollars or other currencies such as pounds or gold bullion etcetera. Rather than being considered real money, it is more like an intermediary medium between different forms of currency exchange systems online.