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.

bartenders approach, bending their waist slightly, and softly say to Omari, "Mr. Lara, we are closing now. Please leave, and we

his head, his intoxicated eyes fixed on the two individuals

smiles, his voice husky yet

"Cheyenne..."

brilliance of any blooming flower. How could there be a man in this

the person before him is no longer Cheyenne but two young

I want to see Cheyenne, Cheyenne..." The two have no idea who "Cheyenne" is, but

Mr. Lara, "Mr. Lara, please, we beg

"Drink at home?"

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

if ready to

the bill yet. Your total consumption is

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... take it. Let me ask you a question, and if you answer it well, I'll give you this card as a

straightened his posture, casting a hopeful glance at his coworker. "Mr. Lara, you called." "Do you have a girlfriend? How did you manage

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

vel.ne

soup, and even begged

to change

really true or just

squinted his eyes and appraised him with a curious shake of his head, looking incredulous. "You look like so so. Why on

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 next day to

even

without caring about his image, he found a step and confidently sat on it, dialing Cheyenne's number. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet

Lawrence Villa, second-floor

out the outside light, rendering the room pitch

pierced the silence of the night, sounding

little head peeked out

around the bedside in the dimness. The hand

"Cheyenne."