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.

his beloved woman's son. It would be hypocritical not

felt the urge to

"Crash..."

onto the ground, causing a loud noise and scaring the onlookers with their curious

meaningful to sacrifice your own will for the sake of personal gain, even if it means compromising your entire life? Is that

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

His irritation caused a pain in his chest,

pair of resentful eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "You knew perfectly well that Cheyenne is

because you used your illness and her safety to

too softhearted, too compassionate. For the rest of my life, I can only be controlled like a puppet by all

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

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

I have to

forest by 7:30. The wedding

don't forget Cheyenne is still in

but unfortunately, Omari was consumed by grief and couldn't pay attention to anything other than this name. After saying these harsh

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

lived for 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 invited

she had

energetic DJ electronic music, and young men and women danced under the rotating colorful lights, oblivious

crowd, despite wearing a conservative black dress that reached

than a glimpse of

by the square

other skin visible was her. slender ankles

vel.r

gracefully in seven-centimeter

but her frame was delicate and petite. Coupled with her cute and elegant round face, no one would associate her with

black dress