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

one hand on the bar counter, slowly lifts his head, his intoxicated eyes fixed

he smiles, his voice husky yet

"Cheyenne..."

there be a man in this world who

him is no longer

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 have no idea who "Cheyenne" is, but if Mr. Lara doesn't leave, they can't go

Lara, please, we beg you. Please leave, and if you

"Drink at home?"

realizes it's a

if ready to

haven't paid the bill yet.

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,

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

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

vel.ne

soup, and even begged

to change

true or just

of his head, looking incredulous. "You look like so so.

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

even

caring about his image, he found a step and confidently sat on it, dialing Cheyenne's number. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

Villa, second-floor

outside light, rendering the room pitch

silence of the night, sounding even

head peeked

covers, its owner closing her eyes and feeling around the bedside in the dimness. The hand was luminously white in

"Cheyenne."