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…

ears, a hoarse

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

Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Is there something important you’ve

was 2:30 in the

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

why?” The person on the other end hiccupped, his

Is he drunk?

do you mean

him instead

What was Omari

off by his words. She opened her lips slightly

with a hint of sadness

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

sound like he was feeling sorry for

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

that he had quite a high tolerance for alcohol and wouldn’t easily get drunk like this unless he drank quite a

what could have made him

his romantic or

line came Cheyenne’s stern yet caring voice which reached Omari’s ears clearly

did care about him after

just been set up by

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

eyelashes half-closed as he stared straight out into tree branches outside where leaves turned into shining silver-white under

man’s red lips slowly curled upwards

would sleep now, Omari’s voice suddenly