She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 648: He Had Been So Drunk and Obsessed

Omari blamed his father for making them, mother and son, wander around for over a decade, resulting in his mother's demise.

Little did he know, Hayden's mother led a glamorous life as a wealthy socialite but remained a widow at heart.

Omari resented his father for forcing him to marry a man he didn't love, just as he himself had to marry the President's daughter, Emily, whom he had no affection for.

In this regard, he handled it more confidently than Omari, for he was always devoid of emotions.

Love and affection were mere childish and naive matters, far less significant than personal gain.

To him, Omari's willingness to offend the Lara and Weaver families for a trivial Cheyenne was downright foolish.

At the same time, he secretly wished for Omari to continue being "foolish" like this.

The worse Omari's reputation, the better it was for him.

Hayden had left.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Leon hesitated outside the door for a while before finally deciding to go in. Leaning on his cane, he pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit room, filled with the scent of alcohol. "Why isn't the light on?" he asked.

Before the words even left his mouth, a pair of bloodshot eyes filled with crimson looked towards him, causing Leon's heart to skip a beat in fright.

Calmly, he pressed the light switch on the wall, instantly brightening up the room with the piercing glare from the crystal chandelier.

As someone who had just emerged from the darkness of the night, his pupils shrank momentarily, and his charming eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at the newcomer.

The room was filled with the stench of alcohol and littered with empty bottles.

Leon, grudgingly using his cane to clear a path through the bottles blocking his way, made his unsteady way towards Omari.

Seeing him with a filthy face and disheveled clothes, looking despairing and dejected, Leon felt a mix of anger and heartache.

After all, this was his beloved woman's son. It would be hypocritical not to feel distressed.

"Omari, get up! Act like a man, will you? Is it meaningful to keep drowning yourself in alcohol? Is it?" He even felt the urge to use his precious ebony cane to knock some sense into him. After all, it would be difficult to find another like it.

"Crash..."

Omari suddenly smashed the beer bottle in his hand onto the ground, causing a loud noise and scaring the onlookers with their curious expressions outside the door.

"Tell me then, is it meaningful to sacrifice your own will for the sake of personal gain, even if it means compromising your entire life? Is that meaningful?" His voice reverberated with sarcasm.

Leon's face turned purple and green, his anger boiling within. How dare that brat lecture him like that!

"Are you trying to teach me a lesson?" Leon retorted, coughing uncontrollably. His irritation caused a pain in his chest, reminding him of his old ailment.

Seeing the old man struggling for breath, Omari's raging emotions calmed down a bit. With a pair of resentful eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "You knew perfectly well that Cheyenne is the one I love." "You knew that I have already established myself and don't need to obey your arrangements."

"But it's because you're my father and because you used your illness and her safety to threaten me."

"Fine, I'll compromise! It's me being too softhearted, too compassionate. For the rest of my life, I can only be controlled like a puppet by all of you!"

Leon saw him describe marriage as such tragedy, as if it was a hopeless path of no return, and he couldn't help but feel that it was too much.

"You don't have to speak so harshly about yourself. Miss Weaver, as the future head of the Weaver family, is more than worthy of you." "As for Cheyenne... her status is too low. Even if you don't marry Miss Weaver, I won't allow you to marry a woman like her."

"That's all I have to say. We'll leave

at 5 a. m. tomorrow to pick up the bride and arrive at the forest by 7:30. The wedding ceremony will officially begin at 9 a. m. Pull yourself

together and don't forget Cheyenne is still in Onistead!"

He didn't want to use this reason to provoke Omari, but unfortunately, Omari was consumed by grief and couldn't pay attention to anything other than this name. After saying these harsh words, Leon quickly left this incredibly oppressive place.

Seeing Omari like this, he couldn't help but recall the day when he was separated from his lover. He had also been intoxicated and obsessed with grief. Time rewinds to Akloit, 8 p. m., Club Tonight.

Kate had lived for half a lifetime, and this was only the second time she had been to such a dark and chaotic place.

The last time she came was because Graeme invited her for his birthday.

But this time, she had a different reason altogether.

The dance floor played energetic DJ electronic music, and young men and women danced under the rotating colorful lights, oblivious to everything. Applause filled the air.

Kate's appearance captivated many men in the crowd, despite wearing a conservative black dress that reached her ankles.

Other than a glimpse of fair skin

exposed by the square neckline, the

only other skin visible was her. slender ankles sheathed in

vel.r

stockings, as she walked gracefully in seven-centimeter high heels.

She stood at 1. 7 meters tall, but her frame was delicate and petite. Coupled with her cute and elegant round face, no one would associate her with a "mature lady".

The black dress clung to her,

accentuating her perfect and

graceful figure round, upright, long

legs, and a slender waist. Every step

she took felt like cat paws stepping on everyone's hearts.

In the dark corners, several gazes fell upon her.

Someone even whistled at her from behind, their voice sounding sinister, "Beautiful, did you come here alone?"

"Should me and my buddy keep you company and dispel your loneliness?"

Kate dared not look up at him and quickly lowered her head, but strode to leave this chaotic hall.

Leaving the hall, Kate followed the waiter's instructions and made her way to private room number one.

Miss Walsh was waiting inside.

"Here we are."

The handsome waiter warmly brought her to the door of the private room and stopped, extending his hand in a welcoming gesture.

His smile was sincere.

"Alright, thank you."

The door wasn't fully closed, so she could push it open directly.

What she saw inside the room left Kate stunned. This... this was Master Glenn's fiancée, Miss Walsh?

"Gotcha, hahaha!"

The woman exclaimed joyfully, reaching out and suddenly grabbing hold of Kate's arm.