Chapter 357: On Iker’s Treat

The evening sky was slowly turning, with the setting sun casting a brilliant hue across half of the sky. Cheyenne walked home, her steps following the shadows of pedestrians on the street. Inside the house, the warm glow of small lights illuminated the room, and a sumptuous dinner was already laid out on the table. Her grandfather sat at the head of the table, casually reading the evening newspaper. Iker, too, sat quietly in his seat, eyes closed, taking a moment to relax. When he heard footsteps approaching the door, he slowly opened his eyes and said coolly, 'You're back.' Cheyenne immediately noticed the dinner spread on the table and quickened her pace, taking a seat across from Master Iker. She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to dig in. 'Why is dinner so lavish today? This doesn't seem like your usual style, Grandpa,' she remarked. Layne was a frugal old man who usually kept meals simple, with just two dishes and a soup when they ate together. Today was different, with a