She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 543: Waiting Turns Out to Be Torturing

Her kind words only earned Cheyenne a wave of mockery from Leon.

"Young girls are naive. In influential families like ours, interests come before everything else."

"What does it matter if Omari doesn't like her? What does it matter if he does? As long as Miss Weaver doesn't call off the wedding, Omari must marry her."

"Emotions, for wealthy people like us, are dispensable."

One who achieved great things could not waver in their personal affairs, hesitating and being indecisive.

Cheyenne retorted without giving him any respect, her words dripping with disdain. She asked, "Does that include you, Mr. Lara? You abandoned Mr. Lara's mother... Have you ever regretted it?"

Listening to her using her own past to provoke him, Leon became agitated. Unintentionally, an image of a radiant smiling face came to his mind.

She gazed at him, her eyes tender, and called him "Leon" in a sweet voice.

In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.

The person he loved most lay silently inside, never to be seen or heard again.

Had he ever regretted it?

Leon didn't know.

When he heard she passed away due to illness, his world seemed to collapse. He always felt like something was missing by his side.

But how heartless she was, not even appearing in his dream in the many years since her death.

With the passage of time, Leon almost forgot what she looked like, only her name engraved deep in his memory.

Every time he remembered, his heart ached.

He felt like a hedgehog suddenly stripped of its spines, wanting to hide back within his own shell.

nothing to do with you, Miss

listen to you? Just because you're an old man? You say what you want, and I'll do what I want. As long as I

hung up the

was truly arrogant and

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

it was early morning, the hall was already filled with people. There were young couples reluctant to part, families of three warmly advising each other, and elderly people with gray hair supporting each

young man. His white shirt was wrinkled and clung to his body, and he had long since forgotten where he left his

through the window, brushing against his short hair. His bloodshot charming eyes, different from the rest, stood out. Even in disarray, he looked

hit her husband's shoulder, the latter pretended to be angry and snatched her cane from her hands. But when he saw her husband walking unsteadily, swaying, she quickly reached out and supported him, restoring the

a deep envy in his

this world, there were countless couples in love, but how many could

an ordinary life and find a girl who truly loved him with whom he could spend the years she would be absent for. Omari had grown up and found

he didn't know if that girl was willing to live an ordinary, normal life with

on his knee and lightly

displayed time showed

an hour left

have

wait

Omari had never felt

time would slow down, even just a

lingering effects of alcohol His head throbbed with a

strength, exhausted and powerless.

for

propping up his

resting on

silent that not even the dogs in passengers' hands bothered to

time silently passed by, uncaring for

announcement from the airport's front desk. A sweet and unusual voice echoed through the air, like a sudden clap of thunder, fully

"Attention passengers of flight

Singapore from Akloit Airport. The flight is about to depart. Please proceed to obtain your

the waiting

old monk, remained seated in his own spot, his

crowd surged, coming and