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

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,

"Crash..."

onto the ground, causing a loud

will for the sake of personal gain,

green, his anger boiling within. How dare

Leon retorted, coughing uncontrollably. His irritation caused a pain in his chest, reminding him of his old

calmed down a bit. With a pair of resentful eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "You knew perfectly well that Cheyenne is the

because you're my father and because you

of

if it was a hopeless path of no return, and he

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

all I have to

the bride and arrive at the forest by

forget Cheyenne is still

pay attention to anything

couldn't help but recall the day when he was separated from his lover. He had also been intoxicated and obsessed with grief.

half a lifetime, and this was only the second time she had been to such a dark and chaotic

last time she came was because Graeme

time, she had

women danced under the rotating colorful lights, oblivious to

despite wearing a conservative black dress that reached

glimpse of

the square

skin visible was her. slender ankles

vel.r

walked gracefully in

with her cute and elegant

dress clung to