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 and magnetic male

This voice was soft.

“Cheyenne.”

awake.

are you calling me in the

showed it was 2:30 in the middle of the night. At

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

The person on the other end hiccupped, his voice slurred. Cheyenne

Is he drunk?

do you mean

why him

What was Omari talking

mind was completely thrown off by his words. She opened her lips slightly and asked

hint of sadness in his voice.

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… alone.”

like he

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

quite a high tolerance for alcohol

could have made him so upset like

about his romantic or

Cheyenne’s stern yet caring voice which reached Omari’s

really did care

up by

while moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver light

straight out into tree branches outside where leaves turned into shining

red lips slowly curled

time passed when Cheyenne decided she would sleep now, Omari’s