She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 522: She Is a Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Kate glanced at Juliana's shadow projected on the ground and pulled out her phone, illuminating the screen to check the time.

Then came a laugh as Juliana declared, "Now is the hottest time of the day. This morning, I kneeled for two and a half hours. How about this, I'll give you a discount-I just need Miss Chambers to kneel for an hour."

Master Glenn gave Kate a meaningful look, seemingly surprised by her retaliatory behavior.

He mused inwardly, 'How could I have thought she was weak and fragile? She's clearly cunning, a wolf in sheep's clothing!"

Juliana was infuriated. Should she thank Kate for giving her a discount?

In the dressing room, the sunlight was just right, creating a tranquil atmosphere. Kate sat in front of the mirror, reflecting her swollen yet beautiful face. Sweat beads hung on the tip of her nose, adding a touch of charm.

As she gazed at the slender figure in blue reflected in the mirror, she applied the ice pack Jayla had brought over to her wounds.

"Hiss." A soft groan escaped her as she continued to apply the ice.

Master Glenn stood not far behind her and, seeing her furrow her brow, walked over with a faint smile. "Let me help you."Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He reached out to take the ice pack.

Kate evaded his hand, hastening to refuse his assistance, looking pleasantly surprised. "Thank you, Master Glenn, but I don't want to bother you with this small matter. You've already helped me a lot earlier, and I'm very grateful."

Master Glenn withdrew his hand and took a half step back, leaning against the dressing table and exuding an air of elegance.

His deep gaze fell upon Kate, and for some reason, his smile was helpless.

She was avoiding him! This was the first time in his life that Master Glenn had encountered such a situation.

"Miss Zamora, you don't need to overthink it. I helped you just now because it was the right thing to do. Even if it wasn't you, I would have done the same for anyone else."

Kate couldn't help feeling that the ice pack didn't seem to be working, as her face felt even warmer than before. Perhaps she was feeling bashful.

She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart: Was she overthinking it? Master Glenn... never really had the intention of wooing her. It was all her own imagination.

She struggled to find a response, then blurted out in a fluster, "Really? Master Glenn, you're such a kindhearted person."

Setting aside the ice pack, she reached up to touch her hairpin and removed it from her hair bun. Unfortunately, some of her hair were entangled with the hairpin.

Under his gaze, Kate felt a bit embarrassed. She exerted force on the hairpin rather rudely, causing her to grimace with pain, her fair and delicate face creasing and her rosy lips pouting a bit, seemingly a mix of petulance and self-inflicted harshness.

Other female celebrities would cherish every single strand of their hair, while she seemed to disregard it completely.

Master Glenn's lips twitched slightly, unable to resist reaching out to hold her delicate, fair hand and carefully unravel the tangled hair from the hairpin, his slender fingertips meticulously untangling the strands. Though the distinguished Master Glenn was undeniably gentle, his words showed no mercy. "Why are you so clumsy?"

"Mas... Master Glenn, I can handle it..." Before she could finish speaking, Master Glenn interrupted her. "Don't move!" His deep voice sounded behind her, carrying a hint of severity.

Startled, Kate was too scared to move, her body stiff as she cautiously cast a glance at the reflection in the mirror.

She was dressed in a heavy, apricot-colored ancient costume, while Master Glenn stood beside her in a navy blue suit, the combination of ancient and modern, like a couple traversing through time.

The atmosphere suddenly became odd yet quiet. Master Glenn was earnestly attending to the matters at hand, as if it were his lifelong pursuit.

Her beautiful long hair, as smooth as silk, flowing through his fingertips made him reluctant to let go.

The thought barely crossed her mind when Master Glenn himself was startled by it.

How could he entertain such absurd thoughts?

The men of the Weaver family were destined to be mere pawns from birth, their existence serving only the family's interests.

To ensure the family's absolute

advantage, the men of the Weaver family were administered a secret drug from birth, typically not living past the age of forty due to the effects of the poison. Their prime age for contribution was between 18 and 35, brief yet prosperous. Those with limited abilities would be married off to prominent families as sons-in-law, even taking on the family name when children were born.

Master Glenn was the most outstanding among the men of his generation in the Weaver family, both in terms of ability and appearance. However, no one knew that his father was just a lowly gigolo, who impregnated his mother, Joyce Weaver, after one-night-stand.

Joyce later married her childhood sweetheart, Sterling Palmer, a man with ambition and means, quickly winning her affection.

While arranging for the gigolo who had cuckolded him to be killed and his body chopped up for the dogs, if not for the Weaver family's rule against abortion, there would be no Master Glenn at all.

To escape the fate of being a mere pawn, nobody had any idea how much more effort he had to put in compared to others to become the CEO of DF Entertainment.

At the age of ten, Joyce arranged for him to be engaged to Amelia Walsh, who was not only ugly but also notorious for her promiscuity, being from the dissolute Onistead family.

Proud as he was,

Master Glenn

could not bear the thought of

sharing a bed with such a woman in the future. So, he made every effort to climb to a higher position

because only when he was powerful enough did he have more choices.

From ten to eighteen, dragged on till twenty-eight, and now he was already twenty-nine. With less than ten years left... The engagement that had been postponed for twenty years, the Walsh family began urging the Weaver family to discuss the wedding date as soon as possible.

Master Glenn kept pushing it aside, citing his busy work schedule. But as long as he was alive, he couldn't escape the shackles of this engagement, nor could he be with another woman. Thinking of all this, Master Glenn felt inexplicably restless. He quickly freed the hairpin from her tresses and clasped Kate's delicate hand, placing the hairpin in her palm and folding it.

A crystal-clear voice, tinged with a hint of warning, sounded in her ear once again. "Kate, you must never fall in love with me. Because... I already have a fiancée, and I will only marry her in this lifetime." His words jolted Kate as if from a dream.

She looked up, only to find that the man's figure had vanished from the mirror long ago.

The heartwarming scenes from moments before felt like an illusion, now gone with the bright summer light reflected in the bronze mirror. Only the emerald hairpin remained clutched in her hand.

She looked down and smirked in disdain.