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.

lyrics himself, as he didn’t like the kind of love that was so humble it was like dust

after “me” was released from hell, I became a demon

changed from sadness to me living freely in

the basic story. How

the fans below were still immersed in Jerome’s

its melody lingered

hand to interact with everyone and inadvertently caught

eyes lit up – wasn’t this little beauty that his agent

her. Yet he

with joy. For once

cleared his throat lightly and intentionally glanced towards Cheyenne not far away as he said, “Next up, I’ll find a fan to sing along

below were all excited at the thought of being able to sing with a top idol. “God bless, can this good fortune come to me?” Kate closed her eyes and prayed with

mind!” Cheyenne had just turned around to leave when

and met a pair of enlarged handsome features: silver hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a high nose bridge. His lips were not too thick

vampire boy from a comic book –

of his fans. “You are the lucky audience

sizing up Cheyenne’s appearance in the dim lighting. If Cheyenne

if illuminated from within; those bright eyes were like precious gems that sparkled even more brilliantly than any other on

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

here to watch you sing, not to

say, your performance was terrible.

is Like a

not loud, but every word passed through the microphone clearly for everyone

Jerome for singing

Cheyenne as if they

Otherwise why would she dare to

talks as if she can sing