She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 65: Unable to Flirt with the Prince Charming

After returning from the Todd mansion, Cheyenne contacted Omari the next day and met him at a coffee shop.

The agreed time was 3 PM, so she lazed around and slept until 1 PM.

After a simple wash-up, she played a game of Candy Crush before heading to the coffee shop. “Left Bank Cafe, the seat by the window.”

The man was wearing a silver-grey three-piece suit with double-breasted buttons and sat there. Perhaps because the weather was a bit hot, he took off his jacket.

It exposed the white shirt and vest inside, also revealing the perfect figure without reservation. With a handsome appearance, under the sunlight, he looked like a rich young master who walked out of the TV, attracting countless ladies” attention.

Finally, a woman wearing a white long dress walked over in high heels and her small hand naturally rested on his shoulder.

“Hey, handsome, can I friend you on Facebook?”

“Sorry, I don’t have Facebook account,” Omari smiled and turned his head. Looking at him up close, she felt he was incredibly handsome. His deep-set eyes were filled with tenderness that seemed to drown people in them.

In this day and age, how could anyone not use Facebook? He was just rejecting her indirectly.

The woman looked embarrassed on her face and said unwillingly, “Then… can I have your phone number?”

it’s work-related, please call my office number. As for my personal number, it’s accessible to

that, Omari casually removed the

man who resembled a male god was even

frustration muttering under her breath as she turned around,

while walking and bumped into a woman coming

“Sorry!”

at her before giving a faint

door and quickly stood up from his seat with an even

“Cheyenne, are you okay?”

at her up and down. Only then

to be

a porcelain doll that shatters at the slightest touch,”

in her ear. “In my eyes,

at his words. “I’m a ninth-degree black belt in

can never beat me,” Omari

she had never been

they left, the woman in

advances was

her thighs with white socks and canvas shoes on her feet. Her hair was casually tied up into a

outfit didn’t seem to fit into this high-end coffee shop setting. She couldn’t understand why she

on herself, Cheyenne turned around but saw