The man whom even the reclusive Iker had to personally receive was undoubtedly a big shot.
But why did she have to go?
"I'm sorry, but I won't go. I'm your doctor, not your companion. You should find someone else," Cheyenne said as she turned to leave.
Iker dismissed the servants and rolled his wheelchair into her bedroom - or rather, his bedroom. He had kindly given up his own room for Cheyenne last night and slept in the adjacent guest room instead.
"Miss Lawrence, do you see any other women in my villa?" he asked pointedly.
"You can bring Tanner with you."
"Tanner is male."
"He can cross-dress as a woman."
"This, I'm afraid, is too eye-catching."
Tanner, who had just arrived at the door, looked very upset.
'Miss Lawrence, please don't trick me again. I can't dress up as a woman! I'm a real man.'
"Master Iker. Master Kai is urging you to hurry over there."
"I understand." Iker turned his cold gaze back and scared Tanner into quickly leaving.
In the bedroom, only Iker and Cheyenne were left.
"Miss Lawrence, just collaborate with me for a performance! You can set the conditions as you please!"
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne had an expression that clearly said "why?"
He could choose not to bring a maid.
Immediately after, she heard Iker's explanation.
"If I go alone, I'll be suspected when I try to fake illness and leave early."
It turned out this guy wanted to pretend to be sick and leave early.
Cheyenne thought for a moment with her arms crossed, and her face was peaceful and lovely.
After a moment, a mischievous glint flashed in those eyes.
She extended her small, delicate hand and made the gesture for "five."
"500 thousand?" Iker blurted out.
She gasped in surprise. "Wh-what?"
"Is it 5 million? Deal. I'll pay you that. Hurry up and change your clothes."
It was just accompanying him to a banquet, but she could gain 5 million. Of course, she wouldn't miss such a great opportunity to make money. "Fine, I'll give you face today!"
Cheyenne sighed and reached for the champagne-colored gown in the tray. It was actually the haute couture dress she had seen at fashion week last time.
She had liked it then, but hadn't seen it on sale since.
How did he manage to buy it?
She remembered that the price back then was over three million. This guy really was rich!
"Hurry up and change."
"Well then, go outside! Don't you know about personal space?" Cheyenne regained her composure and rolled her eyes at him.
He chuckled softly after hearing this. "Miss Lawrence, are you perhaps mistaken about something?"
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