She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 530: Master Iker's Proposal

Cheyenne couldn't believe her eyes when she woke up to find herself on the headlines of news and newspapers. Even more terrifying was the nonsense written on them: "Master Iker wants to propose to her?"

What a joke!

She and Iker were just doctor-patient at first, and after going through so much together, they had, at most, become friends.

Master Iker proposing to her?

That would only happen if it rained red or the sun rose from the west.

Cheyenne wasn't conceited enough to think of herself as an unparalleled beauty that all men would fall for.

Master Iker should like Miss Emily, the rumors say they have been childhood sweethearts and even classmates in college... until they had to split away because of a car accident.

The last time Emily appeared together with the young heir of the Lara family, flames burned in his eyes, and his anger seemed genuine.

For someone as composed and self-controlled as him, being angry to that extent meant he cared.

Just when she confidently believed the news was surely fake, the doorbell rang.

Cheyenne, wearing a silky white nightgown, opened the door and was startled to find Master Iker standing there, dressed in a brown trench coat.

He stood tall and imposing before her, and there was an unusual hint of nervousness in his usually firm and resolute face.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Thankfully, most of his face was hidden behind sunglasses, and his changes weren't easily noticed.

Reflected on the sunglasses was the hazy, sleepy fair face of a petite woman. Just waking up, her cheeks were rosy, and faint imprints still marked her adorable face. Cheyenne looked at the sudden crowd in disbelief gathered outside her door.

Master Iker, Mr. Murillo, and even a few soldiers wearing green military attire and holding guns.

The atmosphere turned serious and tense. She stared blankly for almost ten seconds, her breath caught involuntarily.

Then, with an innocent look on her face, she said, "Mr. Murillo, what are you all doing? I'm just a law-abiding citizen, and I haven't done anything illegal lately."

No, she meant she hadn't done anything illegal or mischievous for many years.

Hearing her words and seeing her fearful expression, everyone couldn't help but smile.

"Don't worry, we're here to bring you a great gift."

Master Iker restrained the fondness in his eyes. He had intended to reach out and touch her hair, but he thought better of it and slowly withdrew his hand, letting it hang by his sides, gently clenched into a fist. "A gift?"

Cheyenne was utterly speechless. With all this show of force, were they here to give her a gift or attend her funeral... It's scary, you know? "Open it!"

Suddenly, Tanner clapped his hands. The armed soldiers swiftly jogged to the back door of a car, one person on each side.

The metallic latch of the door was pulled open, capturing the attention of everyone present.

And as the door swung open, a blinding red light and the scent of money filled the air.

What happened next, many would swear they had never seen in their entire lives! Money!

A mountain of money!

Like a crimson wall, it was neatly stacked in the compartment.

Filling the entire compartment!

Even though this area was known for its wealthy residents, with mansions that easily cost tens of millions, no one had ever seen a billion in cash before. Cheyenne herself was taken aback, her almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure after a brief moment of excitement. "Master Iker, did you rob a bank or something? This is too extreme," she exclaimed in disbelief.

Tanner playfully responded to her question with an uplifted tone, sounding as joyful as a lark.

"Miss Lawrence, haven't you noticed Mr. Murillo's presence? Our young master wouldn't dare rob a bank," he quipped.

However, it was true that the one billion almost depleted the reserves of an entire bank.

When Master Iker went to a bank

branch in the morning, stating his intention to withdraw one billion in cash, the branch manager was stunned. He immediately contacted the bank's president, who personally received Master Iker, explaining that they only had slightly less than twenty million in cash reserves available.

After some scrambling, it took a full hour to gather the full amount.

When the armored truck left the bank branch, the bank president collapsed due to hypertension caused by the distressing incident.

Cheyenne swallowed hard. While she loved money, receiving such a huge sum suddenly made her feel both excited and apprehensive.

That day, she had jokingly replied to Master Iker that she needed cash, and today he brought one billion directly to her.

"Well, Master Iker, I was just kidding. One billion is too much, and I'm not worthy," Cheyenne said, her voice trailing off.

Iker, with his thick, raised eyebrows, responded expressionlessly and gravely, "Is it too much? It's just a small amount that's not worth mentioning. Miss Lawrence, please accept it." Iker's extravagant statement stunned everyone around, and the online viewers showed envy.

Everyone wondered if Miss Lawrence would really accept one billion in cash.

Just then, a loud and urgent male voice came from behind, diverting everyone's attention.

"Cheyenne, don't agree to him!"

Cheyenne turned to look.

A profusion of vibrant red roses rushed toward her from the distance, resembling a moving sea of flowers. The thousands of roses were arranged into various romantic animal shapes like horses, bunnies, pandas, and kittens, carried on flower-decked floats.

Amidst these floats, a black Rolls-Royce stood at the center, adorned like a wedding car, with a pair of doll figurines placed on the front, forming a large heart-shaped arrangement with flowers.

And the driver of the car turned out to be... Kelvin.

As the car door opened, Kelvin,

dressed in a well-tailored black suit that embraced his tall frame,

appeared with remarkable strength and grace. His shiny black leather shoes were impeccably polished, accentuating his slender and

powerful limbs.

His hair was carefully styled, and the large pompadour perfectly complemented his cold, noble temperament.

Walking through the crowd with ease, he clutched a red, square-shaped box tightly in his hand. Fine beads of sweat formed on his palm.

The small box shifted in his hand as he turned it in a different direction before taking the first confident step forward. Stopping in front of her, he lowered his head, and his dark, luminous gaze met her clear and slightly puzzled eyes. Cheyenne's slightly parted red lips seemed to utter something silently, too nervous for Kelvin to discern the words.