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

This voice was soft.

“Cheyenne.”

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

in the middle of the night? Is

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

matching set, down to

why?” The person on the other end hiccupped,

Is he drunk?

you mean

him instead of

was Omari

off by his words. She

replied with a hint of sadness

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

like he was

gently, “If it doesn’t taste good, then don’t drink it

part-time, so she knew that he had quite a high tolerance for alcohol and wouldn’t easily get

what could have made him

anything about his

which reached

care about

day she had just been set up by

soft cool bed while moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver light onto his handsome pale face.

straight out into tree branches outside

man’s red lips slowly curled upwards

some time passed when Cheyenne decided she would sleep now, Omari’s voice suddenly reached

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