She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 538: Mr. Lara Almost Strangles Elsa

For most people, when engaged couples meet, it's all sweet and pleasant, but for them, it has turned into enmity, with tensions running high!

Omari was always courteous and well-mannered to everyone, but when he came to her, he turned into a furious scolder.

"What are you doing here? Go back to your Onistead!" His tone was severe, showing no respect for the young lady.

Facing his unfriendly attitude, Elsa remained remarkably relaxed and confident. With a sweet smile on her face, she took out a document from her bag and presented it in front of Omari.

A pursuit order! It detailed Cheyenne's information, including her birth, family background, height, weight, and even where she attended elementary school. It also included a photo of Cheyenne, with a big red cross drawn on her face with a red pen.

In the gentlest voice, Elsa uttered the most sinister words. "See this? It was personally given to me by your old man. If you don't obediently come back to Onistead and marry me within three days, your beloved will be hunted down globally."

Omari suddenly understood, and he fiercely grabbed Elsa's delicate and fair neck. His grip tightened, causing her laughter to come to an abrupt halt and turn into a fit of coughing.

"Omari, do you dare... dare to kill me? Look behind you." The suffocation was unbearable, and as he exerted more and more force, Elsa's breathing became increasingly difficult.

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Soon, a commotion of footsteps sounded, and suddenly, Omari felt the air around him become heavy and oppressive, filled with a dense aura of killing intent.

Swoosh...

his head slightly and realized that he had been surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black suits, each with a tattoo on their faces, brandishing guns aimed at him. They were

were about ten of them, all strong and powerful, holding guns and pointing them at him. If he indeed strangled the malicious woman Elsa,

was the source

Omari's hand. It was evident that he was genuinely angry; the veins on his bronzed skin were bulging, and his blood vessels seemed to be swelling. "Why don't you continue exerting force? Do you have the guts to strangle me? As long as I'm not dead, you will always

really see a psychiatrist, you crazy

his line of work, but Elsa's current state

in their hands were not for playing around; their magazines were filled with bullets. One shot was enough to take Omari's life. In the face of the threat, Omari straightened his back and met their glare without submission, his red lips curving

you afraid that I'll kill this

spoke, he exerted more force with

a familiar and aged voice pierced

you little

black figure urgently hurrying from the garage door, an older man leaning on a cane, trembling with each step. The man was so enraged that he rushed to Omari and slapped

the spacious underground garage, creating an eerie and distant atmosphere. His slender gold-rimmed glasses fell to

dark, determined gaze contrasting his pitch-black eyes, he stared rebelliously at the middle-aged man in front of him. His Adam's apple

life to serving the Lara family, working diligently and meticulously. He feared making a wrong decision or taking a misstep that would damage the century-old foundation and prestige of

a few more years. But how could he relax when his young son was

you cripple or disfigure him, won't it be my Weaver family's money spent

Leon also felt somewhat

a gun at her own husband, but as a father, it was his duty to teach his son a lesson.