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…

sounded in her ears, a hoarse

This voice was soft.

“Cheyenne.”

but upon hearing this voice, she instantly became more awake. She sat up, holding the blanket, furrowing her brows, and let

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

table showed it was 2:30 in the middle of the

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 her at such late night unless there was

why?” The person on the other end hiccupped,

Is he drunk?

do you

him

was Omari talking

thrown off by his words. She opened

of sadness in his voice. “It doesn’t

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

he was feeling sorry

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

a high tolerance for alcohol

have made him so

his romantic

line came Cheyenne’s stern yet caring voice which reached

care

been set up by

fell onto his soft cool bed while moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver light

into tree branches outside where leaves turned into shining silver-white under

red lips slowly curled upwards while

decided she would sleep now, Omari’s voice suddenly reached her