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.

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

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

he smiles, his voice husky yet

"Cheyenne..."

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

before him is no longer Cheyenne but

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 go

we beg you. Please leave, and

"Drink at home?"

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

ready

haven't paid the bill yet. Your total consumption

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

I confessed to her after getting drunk once. The next day, I had forgotten all about it, but she came

vel.ne

soup, and even

change

true

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

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

even

he found a step and confidently sat on it, dialing Cheyenne's number.

Lawrence Villa,

the outside light,

a sweet yet mournful ringtone pierced the silence of the night, sounding

little head peeked

her eyes and feeling around the bedside in the dimness.

"Cheyenne."