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.

the lyrics himself, as he didn’t like the kind of love

was released from hell, I became a

to me

the basic story. How could Cheyenne not be

the fans below were still immersed in Jerome’s

song ended, its melody lingered

his hand to interact with everyone and inadvertently

up – wasn’t this little beauty that

her. Yet he saw her here. It

filled with joy. For once he

he said, “Next up, I’ll find a fan to sing along with me. I wonder who it will be? I’ll just close

idol. “God bless, can this good fortune come to me?” Kate

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

a pair of enlarged handsome features: silver hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a high nose bridge. His lips were not too thick or thin, but glossy red with light

boy from a

Jerome announced amidst the envious gazes of his fans. “You are the lucky audience member

sizing up Cheyenne’s appearance in the dim lighting. If Cheyenne was ugly, she would feel

within; those bright eyes were like precious gems that sparkled even more brilliantly than

squinted her beautiful eyes and refused Jerome’s

you sing, not

your performance was terrible. I don’t want to

is Like a

loud, but every word passed through the microphone clearly

she actually dissed Jerome for singing poorly and ruining

as if they

sure. Otherwise why would she dare to

at her, she talks as