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…

her ears, a hoarse and magnetic male

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 her brows, and let out a silent

calling me in the middle of the night? Is

it was 2:30 in the middle of the night. At this hour, he should have been

were always a matching set, down

person on the other end hiccupped, his voice slurred. Cheyenne was momentarily

Is he drunk?

do you

him instead

What was Omari talking

words. She

hint of sadness in his

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

it sound like he was feeling sorry

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

a bartender part-time, so she knew that he had quite a high tolerance for alcohol and wouldn’t easily get drunk like this unless he drank

made him so upset

about his romantic or career setbacks recently

the phone line came Cheyenne’s stern yet caring voice which

really did care about

up by someone else; nothing more

floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver light onto his handsome pale face. His charming

stared straight out into tree branches outside where leaves turned into shining

red lips slowly

would sleep now, Omari’s voice suddenly reached