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.

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

places one hand on the bar counter, slowly lifts his head, his intoxicated

his voice

"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

before him is no longer Cheyenne but two

pushes the two away. "Who wants to look at you two smelly guys? I want

Mr. Lara, "Mr. Lara, please, we beg you. Please leave, and if you want to drink, you can

"Drink at home?"

a good idea. Unsteadily, he stands up from

ready to

bill yet.

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, I'll

straightened his posture, casting a hopeful glance at his coworker. "Mr. Lara, you called."

"Yes, I confessed to her after getting drunk once. The next day, I had forgotten all about it, but she came to my door, cooked for

vel.ne

soup, and even

change my

Was that really true or just a

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

Omari a good idea-calling! They say drunk words are sober thoughts, so if he called Cheyenne now and confessed,

even

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blocked out the outside light, rendering the room pitch

the silence of

little head peeked

around the bedside in the dimness.

"Cheyenne."