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.

"Mr. Lara, we are closing now. Please leave, and

lifts his head,

he smiles, his

"Cheyenne..."

flower. How could there be a man in this world who

closer look, the person before him is

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

beg you. Please leave, and if you want to drink, you

"Drink at home?"

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

ready

You haven't paid the bill yet. Your total consumption is 89,

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 his coworker. "Mr. Lara,

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

vel.ne

soup, and even begged

change

really true or just

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

good idea-calling! They say drunk words are sober thoughts, so if he called Cheyenne now and confessed, if it didn't work out,

even

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Lawrence Villa,

blackout curtains blocked out the outside light, rendering

ringtone pierced the silence of the night, sounding even

little head peeked

its owner closing her eyes and feeling around the bedside in the dimness. The

"Cheyenne."