She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

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.

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.

all, this was his beloved woman's son. It

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

"Crash..."

ground, causing a loud noise and scaring

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

turned purple and green, his anger boiling within. How dare that brat lecture him like

Leon retorted, coughing uncontrollably. His irritation

raging emotions calmed down a bit. With a pair of resentful eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "You knew perfectly well

father and because you used your illness and her safety to

too softhearted, too compassionate. For the rest of

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

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,

all I have

and arrive at the forest by 7:30. The wedding ceremony will officially begin

Cheyenne is

couldn't pay attention to anything other than this name. After saying these harsh words,

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

lived for half a lifetime, and this was only the second time she had

last time she came was because Graeme invited her for

had

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

many men in the crowd, despite wearing a conservative black dress

glimpse of

by the square neckline,

visible was her. slender

vel.r

as she walked gracefully in seven-centimeter

frame was delicate and petite. Coupled with her

black dress clung to