She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 370: A Reward Of 500 Million

Chapter 370: A Reward of 500 Million

"Mask? I have to wear a mask just to go to a crummy bar?" Cheyenne's lip twitched slightly. If this turned out to be a gimmick, she would've wasted her 5, 000 dollars. Regardless, she decided to go check it out.

Just as she was about to close her laptop, she suddenly noticed a small red headline on the right side of the ad page.

"The Dark League offers a reward of five hundred million for Mr. X."

She hurriedly closed the page and laughed at herself inwardly. She didn't expect her life to be worth so much.

Iker hadn't noticed her unusual mood and looked at Cheyenne with concern. "Are you really going to that place?"

She picked up her laptop, nodded, and licked her tender lips coquettishly. "Hmm, it seems interesting, doesn't it?" "I'll go with you," Iker declared in a deep voice.

Cheyenne's gaze shifted down to his knee as she hesitated. "It's better if you don't. You still need at least another half month for your foot to heal. I can go alone."

If Omari were here, she could ask him to accompany her. She wondered if he was doing well in Onistead.

Tanner was staying to take care of Iker. Their grandfather was getting old, and the rowdy and chaotic atmosphere of a bar wouldn't be suitable for him.

"How can I feel at ease if you go alone? I can go with you. My leg is fine... I can already walk a few hundred steps."

Before Iker could finishi, Cheyenne interrupted him, "You should focus on recovering. By the way, I left my phone at home. I'll bring this old one with me, so don't worry. If anything happens, I'll call you right away."

Seeing her stubbornness, Iker knew he couldn't persuade her and could only agree.

He suggested bringing Tanner along, but she refused because it would cost an additional 5, 000 bucks!

Tanner felt wronged. "I can pay that 5, 000 myself..."

At 7 PM, at Waiting Café in the southern part of the city.

This is a coffee shop with an lostranan romantic vibe that has been open for many years without ever closing down.

Funny enough, she used to come here with Kate when they were young.

They never discovered the hidden secrets of this cafe's underground.

The owner was a genuine lostranan man, a bit overweight, with blond hair and blue eyes. He's standing behind the counter, leaning with one hand while dozing off.

Coffee shops mostly do business in the morning and late afternoon, and it's already 7 o'clock, so they're about to close.

Two attractive foreign guys were wiping the tables and chairs with towels. They glanced at the silver figure at the entrance without even lifting their heads and say, "Sorry, but the café is already closing. Please come back tomorrow."

A woman's clear and melodious voice sounded sweetly at the entrance, refreshing everyone's senses. "Oh? Is that so? But twilight came, and life is just beginning, right?"

The sleepy overweight owner suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked intently at the woman.

The warm yellow light in the shop shone on her. She was wearing a silver sequined tight-fitting halter neck short skirt that went just above her knees, with a high slit on the right side.

Her figure was perfect, dazzling to the eye. Her chestnut wavy hair fell down to her waist, accentuating her slender waist, her legs slim and fair, perfectly straight, stepping in a pair of lace-up high-heeled sandals, making her truly captivating.

Her skin was fair, and she had a sexy collarbone and shoulder groove that blended seamlessly with her elegant swan-like neck, adorned with a blue teardrop-shaped gemstone necklace.

On her petite face, she wore a fox mask. Her slightly upturned nose and plump, lustrous flame-red lips were alluring.

The two waiters were dumbfounded. Although they saw many people come here to drink coffee every day, they had never seen someone as stunning as her.

The owner regained his composure, smiling, and looked up at Cheyenne, telling the waiters to continue sweeping. "You guys keep going. Miss, please come with me."

Cheyenne lifted her foot and followed him obediently, disappearing behind the curtain. She secretly supported her thigh with her hand, gripping her skirt to prevent it from flying up. Fortunately, this coffee shop owner was just a small fry, and he didn't do anything other than lead her to the back kitchen.

"Miss, may I see your invitation card?" he asked.

"Sure." Cheyenne took out an old-fashioned cell phone and tapped on the message section. The owner eyed her phone with some doubt.

"Do young people still use such outdated phones?"

She smiled lightly, tucked the phone away in her purse, and replied jokingly, "I actually enjoy playing the Tetris game on this phone, so I haven't been willing to replace it."

I see.

After reviewing the text message, the owner checked the guestlist and saw the name "Lola Harper," so he let her pass.

He pressed the elevator switch and deliberately spoke to Cheyenne in fluent lostranan, saying, "Go down to floor minus two for TWILIGHT."

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The boss seemed "surprised" by her reaction and smiled, saying, "Miss, go downstairs and TWILIGHT is on the floor minus one."

Cheyenne thanked him profusely and then stepped into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, her lips tightened beneath the mask.

She extended her fair and delicate hand and pressed the button for the floor minus two. The coffee shop owner was purposely testing her just now.

She could understand lostranan, which was why she was qualified to go to TWILIGHT.

If she couldn't understand, going to the floor minus one might make her another "missing person."

Fortunately, she was clever and had collected information about TWILIGHT online. A netizen named "William" mentioned that his girlfriend had disappeared in the dance hall of TWILIGHT. Generally, the dance hall was a place for ordinary customers to have fun... the more upscale areas were definitely in more concealed depths.

So she chose to go directly to the floor minus two.

Cheyenne's first impression upon stepping into the floor minus two was darkness.

Just like the pictures she had seen online, the deep blue lights flickered and illuminated the black walls, with incomprehensible graffiti covering them.

Clusters of mist-like fog and crimson blood stains... the blue skulls shimmered with eerie red eyes, as if the Grim Reaper had descended upon your side as it stared at you.

The entire floor minus two resembled a stage, with Cheyenne currently situated in the audience seat. In the center was a square stage.

Suspended in mid-air was a massive iron cage, and she looked up to see a heavily injured, blood-soaked blonde girl barely clinging to life inside the cage. Her hands and feet were bound by thick chains.

Her gaze was scattered and hollow, with one eye completely empty, a trace of blood sliding down... her eyeball... gone.

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