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.

waist slightly, and softly say to Omari, "Mr. Lara, we

on the bar counter, slowly lifts his

smiles, his

"Cheyenne..."

surpasses the brilliance of any blooming flower. How could there be a man in this world who

the person before him is no longer Cheyenne but two

pouting his lips, and pushes the two away. "Who wants to look at you two smelly guys? I want to see Cheyenne, Cheyenne..." The two

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

"Drink at home?"

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

if ready

wait. You haven't paid the bill yet.

pocket and hands it to the server. Holding the card, Omari spoke earnestly, "Take... take it. Let

waiter, who had been busy at work, suddenly perked up and straightened his posture, casting a hopeful glance at his coworker. "Mr. Lara, you called."

getting drunk once. The next day, I had forgotten all about it,

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soup, and even begged

change

that really true

"You look like so so. Why on earth would she

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

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Lawrence Villa, second-floor

curtains blocked out the outside light, rendering

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

little head

eyes and feeling around the bedside in the dimness.

"Cheyenne."