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 voice

This voice was soft.

“Cheyenne.”

this voice, she instantly became more awake. She sat up, holding the blanket, furrowing

with you? Why are you calling me in the middle of

in the middle of the night. At this

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

other end hiccupped, his

Is he drunk?

do you mean

why him instead of

was Omari

words. She opened her lips slightly

with a hint of

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

it sound like he was feeling

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

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

could have made him so upset like

anything about his romantic or career setbacks recently

stern yet caring voice which reached Omari’s ears

did care about

set up

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

long eyelashes half-closed as he stared straight out into tree branches outside where leaves turned

red lips slowly curled upwards

would sleep