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.

to Omari, "Mr. Lara, we are closing now. Please leave,

counter, slowly lifts his head, his intoxicated eyes fixed on the two individuals before

smiles, his voice husky yet

"Cheyenne..."

could there be a man in this world who smiles so adorably and captivates

look, the person before him is no

angry, pouting his lips, and pushes the two away. "Who wants to look at you two smelly guys? I want to see Cheyenne, Cheyenne..." The two have no idea who "Cheyenne" is, but if Mr. Lara

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

"Drink at home?"

light up as he suddenly realizes it's a good idea. Unsteadily,

ready to

wait. You haven't paid the bill yet. Your total consumption is

even glance at it. Instead, he takes out a bank card from his pocket and hands it to the server.

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

getting drunk once. The next day,

vel.ne

and even begged

to change

really true or just

shake of his head, looking incredulous. "You look like so so. Why on earth would she be attracted to you?" The waiter remained silent, feeling

he called Cheyenne now and confessed, if it didn't work out, he could use being drunk as an excuse

even

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

Villa, second-floor

blocked out the outside

of the night, sounding even louder

black little head peeked out

the covers, its owner closing her eyes and feeling around the bedside in the dimness. The hand was luminously white

"Cheyenne."