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.

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

counter, slowly lifts his head, his intoxicated

he smiles, his

"Cheyenne..."

that smile, it 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

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

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 doesn't leave, they can't

beg you.

"Drink at home?"

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

if ready

the bill yet. Your

hands it to the server. Holding the card,

his posture, casting a hopeful glance at his

vigorously. "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 begged

change

true or just

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

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

even

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curtains blocked out the outside light, rendering the room pitch

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

little head peeked out

her eyes and feeling around the bedside in the dimness.

"Cheyenne."