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.

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

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

smiles, his voice husky

"Cheyenne..."

surpasses the brilliance of any blooming flower. How could there be a man in this world who

closer look, the person before him is no longer Cheyenne but

smelly guys? I want to see Cheyenne, Cheyenne..." The two have no idea who "Cheyenne" is,

Lara, "Mr. Lara, please, we beg

"Drink at home?"

realizes it's a good idea. Unsteadily, he stands up from behind the

if ready

bill yet. Your total consumption is 89,

servers places the bill in front of Omari, but he doesn't even glance at it. Instead, he takes out a bank card from his pocket and hands it to the server. Holding the card,

work, suddenly perked up and straightened his posture, casting a hopeful glance at his coworker. "Mr. Lara, you called." "Do you have a girlfriend? How did you manage to win

waiter nodded vigorously. "Yes, I confessed to her after getting drunk once. The next day, I had forgotten all about

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him with a curious shake of his head, looking incredulous. "You look like

thoughts, so if he called Cheyenne now and confessed, if it didn't work out, he could use being drunk as an excuse the next day to avoid

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Villa,

blackout curtains blocked out the outside

mournful ringtone pierced the silence of the night, sounding even louder due to the quiet

head peeked

the bedside in the dimness. The hand was luminously white

"Cheyenne."

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