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?”

my office number. As for my personal number, it’s accessible to

the small hand placed on his

resembled a male god was

woman left in frustration muttering under her breath as she turned around, “Completely

walking and bumped into a woman coming

“Sorry!”

squinted at her before giving a faint

up from

“Cheyenne, are you okay?”

held onto her shoulders while looking at her up and down. Only then did he

seemed to be

not a porcelain doll that shatters at the

voice as smooth as silk in her ear. “In

“I’m a ninth-degree black belt in

can never

was true; she had never been

in the white

correctly? The man who had ignored her advances was now being

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

this high-end coffee shop setting. She

invisible gaze on herself, Cheyenne turned around but