She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 541: Why Does She Fall for You?

Most of the men present are standing up for the female celebrity, wondering if Omari has a screw loose.

Isn't it enjoyable when a beautiful woman throws herself at you?

Yet, he actually insults her.

As for the women, they have two different attitudes. Those who are scheming to seduce Omari are now expressing fear.

Thankfully, they didn't foolishly approach him earlier.

The other group of women is reveling in schadenfreude, mocking, "This is embarrassing for us women. Does he really think he's some kind of heartthrob?" "Exactly! This is too funny. Does he really believe he's a fan-favorite female internet celebrity? Has he forgotten that someone gave him a face?"

"He's aloof, that's for sure. I like it, haha..."

"Liking it won't do any good. We can't afford to provoke this kind of man."

Omari remains oblivious, drinking the cocktails he prepared himself, one after another, as if he's immune to getting drunk.

The mix of asceticism and sophistication blend perfectly in him, like a mysterious mist that makes people can't help but explore.

However, one by one, the girls trying to strike up a conversation are being turned away by his cold expression.

The night grows late, and people in the middle of the dance floor gradually leave, going from being shoulder-to-shoulder to groups of three or five, until finally, the place becomes sparsely populated. Only the man sitting alone behind the bar, completely drunk, remained.

His face was flushed, his glasses long gone somewhere, and his charming eyes, tinged with a faint smile, shimmer with a glimmer of excitement.

Outside the window, Venus hung on the bright blue sky, streetlights turn off, and diligent workers had begun a new day of labor.

The night of revelry at the bar was coming to an end; it was time to close.

slightly, and softly say to Omari, "Mr. Lara, we are closing now. Please leave,

counter, slowly lifts his head, his

his voice husky yet

"Cheyenne..."

surpasses the brilliance of any blooming flower. How could there be a man in this world who smiles so adorably and captivates people? "Mr. Lara, I'm a

the person before him is

to look at you two smelly guys? I want to see Cheyenne, Cheyenne..." The two have

"Mr. Lara, please, we beg you. Please leave, and

"Drink at home?"

a good idea. Unsteadily, he stands up from

if ready

the bill yet.

takes out a bank card from his pocket and hands it to the server. Holding the card, Omari spoke earnestly, "Take... take it. Let me ask you a question, and if you answer it well,

suddenly perked up and straightened his posture, casting a hopeful glance at his coworker. "Mr.

next day, I had forgotten all about it, but she came to

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soup, and even

to change

that really true or just

squinted his eyes and appraised him with a curious shake of his head, looking incredulous. "You look like so so. Why on earth would she be attracted

drunk words are sober thoughts, so if he called Cheyenne now and confessed,

even

confidently sat on it, dialing Cheyenne's number. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

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blocked out the outside light, rendering

a sweet yet mournful ringtone pierced the silence of the night, sounding even louder due to

black little head

feeling around the bedside in the dimness.

"Cheyenne."