She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 228: Cheyenne, I’ve Seen You a Long Time Ago

Oh my god!

If those people knew they spent three hundred million to kill a delicate young woman, he wondered what their expressions would be like.

With a task to finish, Jerry stayed up again.

When his roommates were all asleep, he used a flashlight in his mouth and placed his computer under the covers. His eyes were fixed on the screen of code while his fingers moved quickly and rhythmically or the keyboard like a robot.

He struggled to keep his heavy eyelids open for fear of making mistakes due to drowsiness.

In the dark night, handsome men always stay up late.

After hanging up the phone, Cheyenne took a comfortable shower and slept well because Kelvin had been bothering her for three days straight without giving her much rest at all.

On the same night, under the light of a full moon, the reflection of a solitary and slender man could be seen on the floor-to-ceiling window. The cool breeze weaved through his white robe, lifting one corner of his bathrobe as he stood by the window, arms crossed.

His deep-set eyes stared at the faint yellow lights outside for a long time. Cigarette butts littered the floor by his feet, an empty beer bottle rolled to the door, making a faint noise in his ears.

Omari never knew that getting drunk could be such a difficult thing.

The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered what happened that day.

Cheyenne was in a drowsy state; she seemed to hear the vibration of her phone.

She opened her sleepy eyes and reached out her delicate and slender hand to pick up her phone.

Beep beep…

noises sounded in her ears, a hoarse and magnetic male voice tinged with

This voice was soft.

“Cheyenne.”

a bit sleepy, but upon hearing this voice, she instantly became more awake. She sat up, holding the blanket, furrowing

me in the middle of

was 2:30 in the

elite, Omari led a disciplined life. No eating after 9 PM, sleep before 11 PM, and waking up promptly at 6:30 AM. His suit and shoes were always a matching set, down to his choice of tie and cufflinks. Given his routine, it was unlikely for him to call

The person on the other end hiccupped, his

Is he drunk?

do you

him instead

What was Omari talking

words. She opened her lips slightly and asked helplessly, “Are

a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

like he was feeling sorry

with what he said and advised him gently, “If it doesn’t taste good, then don’t drink it anymore;

she knew that he had quite a high tolerance for

made him so upset like

anything about his romantic

phone line came Cheyenne’s stern yet caring voice which reached Omari’s ears clearly despite all that alcohol in

care about him

set up

cool bed while moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver light onto his handsome pale face. His charming eyes were slightly open but

tree branches outside where

red lips slowly curled upwards

decided she would sleep now, Omari’s