She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 64: A Thorny Illness

Chapter 64: A Thorny lliness

Iker seemed like a trapped beast on the brink of rage, his eyes filled with icy killing intent that madeone shudder.

His thin lips parted slightly as he coldly uttered a single word. "Investigate!"

"Yes."

After Tanner left the room, there were only three people left. His face had finally softened a bit,although it was still very cold and hard.

"Miss Lawrence, how should I treat my leg?" Iker asked.

Cheyenne looked at him with some hesitation. She lifted a strand of long hair from her foreheadand tucked it behind her ear. It was an unintentional but gentle gesture.

"Well, I thought your fracture was just caused by the car accident, but now it seems like there's abigger problem that's harder to deal with," she said with a hint of difficulty and guilt in her tone.She didn't need to spell it out - Iker already understood what she meant.

Actually, he hadn't held out much hope from the beginning.

Over the years, he had seen more than a hundred so-called "famous doctors", but every time endedup with the same result. He had long stopped feeling disappointed about it. But when he heardCheyenne say this, his heart still felt sad for a moment. He couldn't even understand why he wouldhave such a long-lost feeling

He laughed at himself inwardly.

Seeing his handsome and aloof face filled with such loneliness, Cheyenne spoke hesitantly, "Well...it's not entirely hopeless! We just need to figure out what poison you've been exposed to, replace theantidote, and then treat it."

"Master Iker, you don't have to be too sad.”

Having been poisoned for three years, he was afraid that the toxicity had penetrated deep into thebone marrow.

It was not easy to replace an antidote!

"Thank you, Miss Lawrence. I understand now."

"So for today, I can only temporarily give you an injection to suppress your pain.”

"Thank you for your hard work."

Cheyenne washed her hands, dried them with a clean cloth, and then took out tools from her ownmedicine box.

"By the way, Master Iker, I want to take a sample of your blood and have it tested.”

Iker nodded his head, very cooperative with her.

Cheyenne and her grandfather had just left Iker's Estate when a suspicious figure slipped out of theback door.

The person ran all the way to a more luxurious villa, and surprisingly, the security guard let her indirectly.

A middle-aged man leading her into the hall and asking her to sit on the sofa and wait for a whilefor Master Davon.

Before long, Master Davon wearing a white suit walked into the hall, holding a tall and sexy blondewoman in his arms.

The beauty saw a maid dressed in a maid outfit sitting on the sofa. She was about to speak, butDavon asked her to leave.

"You go back first, I'll come replace you another day,” Davon said. The beauty was unhappy, but shedidn't dare argue with him and nodded before leaving. As she left, she left a red lipstick mark onDavon's face.

"So, what happened?"

The maid told him everything she had heard.

His eyes became mysterious and unfathomable like an endless ocean. After a moment of silence, hechuckled lightly and said, "Reuben, give him the stuff."

Reuben was tall like a towering mountain and looked cold with his dark eyes contrasting against hiswhite teeth. He took out a glass bottle filled with white powder from his suit pocket and handed itto the maid.

"Master Davon... what is this?" She asked as her hand trembled while holding onto it.

"This is something that will make my big brother even happier. Just pour it into his daily soup," hereplied calmly.

"After everything is done, I'll give you five million dollars and arrange for you to leave Chulae.”"How about a villa overseas?"

Davon stood up from the couch and strode over to the woman with his long, powerful legs.

His long and beautiful fingers gently caressed her delicate face, the fingertips slightly cool, themovement full of flirtation.

A blush quickly appeared on the woman's face, and she looked at Iker with a hint of infatuation inher eyes.

Despite the lipstick mark left by the blonde beauty on his face, she still felt that Master Davon wasas handsome as a god

Nodding in a daze, she replied, "Okay."