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.

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

slowly lifts his head, his

he smiles, his voice

"Cheyenne..."

the brilliance of any blooming flower. How could there be a man in this world who smiles so adorably and captivates people? "Mr.

before him is no

look at you two smelly guys? I want

sorrow, almost kneeling before Mr. Lara, "Mr. Lara, please, we beg you. Please leave, and if

"Drink at home?"

realizes it's a good idea.

if ready to

the bill yet. Your total consumption

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, Omari spoke earnestly, "Take...

posture, casting a hopeful glance at

The next day,

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soup, and

to change my

that really true or just a

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

Omari a good 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 as an excuse the

even

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mournful ringtone pierced the silence of the

black little head

feeling around the bedside in the dimness. The hand was luminously white

"Cheyenne."