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…

sporadic noises sounded in her ears, a hoarse and magnetic male voice tinged

This voice was soft.

“Cheyenne.”

more awake. She sat up, holding the blanket, furrowing her brows, and let

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

on the table showed it was 2:30 in the

always a matching set, down to his choice of tie and cufflinks. Given his routine,

why?” The person on the other end hiccupped, his voice slurred. Cheyenne was

Is he drunk?

you mean

why him

was

by his words. She opened her lips slightly and asked

he replied with a hint of sadness in his voice. “It doesn’t taste

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

did it sound like he

“If it doesn’t taste good, then don’t drink it anymore; just go to bed

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

what could have made him so upset

anything about his romantic or

came Cheyenne’s stern yet caring voice which reached Omari’s ears clearly despite all that alcohol in his

did care about him after

day she had just been set up by

silver light onto his handsome pale face. His charming eyes were slightly open but

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

red lips slowly

Cheyenne decided she would sleep