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.

he didn’t like the kind of love that was so

after “me” was released from hell, I became a demon seeking revenge in the

changed from sadness to me living

deviated from the basic story. How could

below were still immersed in Jerome’s handsome looks and

song ended, its

to interact with everyone and inadvertently caught sight of a figure among the

up – wasn’t this little beauty that

long, his agent found no trace of her. Yet he saw her here. It

was filled with joy. For once he felt happy about singing

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

of being able to sing with a top idol. “God bless, can this good fortune come to

Cheyenne had just turned around to

skin, and a high nose bridge. His lips were not too

was like a vampire boy from a comic

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

appearance in the dim lighting. If Cheyenne was ugly, she would

bright eyes were like precious gems that

too cold and indifferent. Cheyenne squinted her beautiful eyes and refused

to watch you sing, not

performance was terrible. I don’t

like Lola’s “He is Like a

passed through the

dissed Jerome for

stared at Cheyenne as if they had seen a

lesbian for sure. Otherwise why would

her, she talks as if she can sing better than