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.

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

bar counter, slowly lifts his head, his

he smiles, his voice husky yet

"Cheyenne..."

How could there be a man in this

before him is no longer Cheyenne

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 go

"Mr. Lara, please, we beg

"Drink at home?"

a good idea.

ready

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

he doesn't even glance at it. Instead, he takes out a bank card from his pocket and hands it to the server.

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

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

vel.ne

and even begged

to change

really true or just a made-up

his head, looking incredulous. "You look like so so. Why on earth would she be attracted to you?" The

idea-calling! They say drunk words are sober thoughts, so if he called Cheyenne now and confessed, if it didn't work out, he could use being drunk

even

Cheyenne's number. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website

Villa, second-floor

curtains blocked out the outside light, rendering the room pitch

silence of the night, sounding

black little head

feeling around the bedside in the dimness. The

"Cheyenne."