She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 541

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.

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

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. Let me ask 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?"