She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 60: The Top Idol is a Playboy

Cheyenne finally remembered who he was.

Wasn’t he that man who had hit on her on the street last time? At that time, she thought he was just some brainless rich second generation. She never imagined that he would be a top idol now.

How could someone like him become an idol?

Well, maybe his face was just good-looking.

Jerome walked up with an electric guitar and bowed ninety degrees to his fans. Then he raised his guitar and shouted loudly, “Thank you all for coming to my small concert. I also thank the Foley Group for inviting me.”

“Next, please enjoy my perfect performance, showtime,” Jerome announced under the spotlight. His hands were beautiful, slender with distinct knuckles. With a snap of his fingers, a sound echoed through the crowd.

The entire room fell silent.

“I’ve been really into this song lately called “He’s Like A God,” so I made some small changes as an homage to the original artist. Hope you all like it,” Jerome said before he began to sing and play his guitar.

Cheyenne’s face immediately turned sour. Her hands clenched tightly in anger at what he had done without permission. Who was he to change someone else’s work?

Jerome’s voice was clear and magnetic with a low tone that resembled moonlit pine trees – serene and beautiful.

“Angels lose their wings; we pass each other countless times at the end of hell…” The lyrics of “He’s Like A God” told the story of me being in love with an angel while stuck in dirty hell – hopeless love that would never be reciprocated until one day when the angel finally came down from heaven just for me despite breaking her own wings to stay by my side for only one moment.

This song had dark undertones that perfectly captured the protagonist’s deep feelings of inferiority and unrequited love.

The song was quite popular, and had won numerous international awards.

actually adapted the lyrics himself, as he didn’t like the kind of love that was

became

sadness to me living

deviated from the basic story. How could Cheyenne

in Jerome’s handsome looks and great singing voice,

its melody lingered in the

interact with everyone and inadvertently caught

– wasn’t this little beauty

long, his agent found no trace of her. Yet

joy. For once he felt happy about

as he said, “Next up, I’ll find a fan

with a top idol. “God bless, can this good

mind!” Cheyenne had just turned around to leave when someone grabbed

silver hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a high nose bridge. His lips were not

boy from a comic book

of his fans.

fan said while sizing up Cheyenne’s appearance in the dim lighting. If Cheyenne was ugly, she would feel better. But Cheyenne’s allure was undeniable even in

were like precious

eyes were too cold and indifferent. Cheyenne squinted her beautiful eyes and refused Jerome’s invitation amidst the

came here to watch you

was terrible. I don’t want to collaborate with

“He is Like a

every word passed through the microphone clearly

dissed Jerome for singing poorly and

at Cheyenne as

a lesbian for sure. Otherwise why would she dare to criticize such

talks as if she can sing