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 skind of heartthrob?" "Exactly! This is too funny. Does he really believe he's a fan-favorite female intecelebrity? 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 tto close.

Two bartenders approach, bending their waist slightly, and softly say to Omari, "Mr. Lara, we are closing now. Please leave, and we welcyou to cagain." Omari places one hand on the bar counter, slowly lifts his head, his intoxicated eyes fixed on the two individuals before him.

Suddenly, he smiles, his voice husky yet gentle.

"Cheyenne..." With that smile, it surpasses the 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 server." Taking a closer look, the person before him is no longer Cheyenne but two young men.

Omari suddenly becomes angry, 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 off duty.

Their faces contorted in sorrow, almost kneeling before Mr. Lara, "Mr. Lara, please, we beg you. Please leave, and if you want to drink, you can do it at home." "Drink at home?" The intoxicated man's eyes light up as he suddenly realizes it's a good idea. Unsteadily, he stands up from behind the bar counter.

As if ready to leave.

"Mr. Lara, wait. You haven't paid the bill yet. Your total consumption is 89, 376." One of the servers places 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. Letask you a question, and if you answer it well, I'll give you this card as a gift." The 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." "Do you have a girlfriend? How did you manage to win her over?" The waiter nodded vigorously. "Yes, I confessed to her after getting drunk once. The next day, I had forgotten all about it, but she cto my door, cooked for me, bought vel.ne hangover soup, and even beggednot to change my mind." Hmm... Was that really true or just a made-up story? Omari squinted his eyes and appraised him with a curious shake of his head, looking incredulous. "You look like so so. Why on earth would she be attracted to you?" The waiter remained silent, feeling hurt.

However, he did give Omari a good 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 an excuse the next day to avoid embarrassment.

even So, without caring about his image, he found a step and confidently sat on it, dialing Cheyenne's number. Search THE (F)indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

The Lawrence Villa, second-floor bedroom.

The blackout curtains blocked out the outside light, rendering the room pitch dark.

Suddenly, a sweet yet mournful ringtone pierced the silence of the night, sounding even louder due to the quiet surroundings.

A black little head peeked out from under the covers, its owner closing her eyes and feeling around the bedside in the dimness. The hand was luminously white in the darkness.

"Cheyenne." Cheyenne was extremely sleepy, not even bothering to lift her eyelids, quickly analyzing the source of the sound. Oh, it's Mr. Lara.

"Is something the matter? It's not even dawn, and you're still awake. Are you waiting to drop dead?" "Cheyenne, I like you."

Her response was four alarming words, and Cheyenne was fully m awake, staring into the black space in front of her. Fortunately, his inebriation was evident in his voice.

Cheyenne's lips twitched as she self-consoled, hoping he wasn't playing schildish truth-or-dare game.

"Mr. Lara, if this is a prank, let's leave it at that. I only see you as a friend. Alright, go to bed if you've had too much to drink." Omari hurriedly spoke, fearing she would hang up, delivering a fervent confession. His voice sounded hoarse and not very convincing.

"I'm not joking."

"Cheyenne, listen to me. Let's run away. How about not going to Onistead? I'll take you to Singapore, Thailand Vietnam... really like you, I've liked you for many years." "What nonsense, all those flowers and landscapes pale in comparison to the smile in your eyes." She heard it all.

Guilt flooded her heart, and she softened. "Mr. Lara, I'm sorry. I have to go to Onistead, not just for any other reason, but because my grandfather may be there." Under normal circumstances, the gentlemanly him would certainly have obeyed her wishes, but this time, Omari wanted to be willful. In his heart, he set a stake for a lifetgamble.

"But Onistead is a dangerous place. Going there, you'll definitely be in danger." "Cheyenne... please, don't go." "Cabroad with me. I have less than two hours now. I'll be waiting for you at the airport. Until eight o'clock, I'll be there." Why the rush? What had happened to make him like this? Cheyenne opened her mouth in surprise, about to tell Omari that she wouldn't go with him.

The call ended.

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