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 cbefore 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 becagitated. Unintentionally, an image of a radiant smiling face cto 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In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.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 nengraved deep in his memory. Every the remembered, his heart ached.

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

"This has nothing to do with you, Miss Lawrence. Just remember, don't bother Omari anymore." "Why should I 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 have a clear conscience." Leon was so angry that he hung up the phone in a rush.

This young girl was truly arrogant and disgusting! Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

Although 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 other.

Sitting on a cold metal chair was a handsyoung man. His white shirt was wrinkled and clung to his body, and he had long since forgotten where he left his suit jacket when he left.

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

He was gazing at an elderly couple with gray hair. When the old lady affectionately scolded and lightly 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 cane to his grip.

Omari felt a deep envy in his heart.

In this world, there were countless couples in love, but how many could stay together until old age like this? Before his mother passed away, she told him that she hoped he would live 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 that girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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

He looked down at his phone on his knee and lightly tapped it. The screen lit up.

The displayed tshowed 7:30 a. m.

He had half an hour left before boarding.

Cheyenne, you have to come.

I will wait for you...

Seeing tslipping away, Omari had never felt so anxious and uneasy before.

He wished twould slow down, even just a little bit.

Omari, who had not slept all night, still felt the lingering effects of alcohol His head throbbed with a dizzying pain, and his limbs feft weakened as if drained of al strength, exhausted and powerless.

His heavy eyelids stubbornly drooped, and he intended to wait for Cheyenne's arrival. But eventually, he found himself sleeping with one hand propping up his cheek, his head resting on the seat.

The waiting lounge was quiet, the morning calm, so silent that not even the dogs in passengers' hands bothered to bark.

Unbeknownst to him, tsilently passed by, uncaring for anyone.

Omari was startled awake by the announcement from the airport's front desk. A sweet and unusual voice echoed through the air, like a sudden clap of thunder, fully awakening him.

"Attention passengers of flight F33086 traveling to Singapore from Akloit Airport. The flight is about to depart. Please proceed to obtain your boarding pass and board the plane in an orderly manner People in the waiting area had started moving.

Omari, like a serene old monk, remained seated in his own spot, his eyes fixed on the glass doors before him. The crowd surged, coming and going.

But the person he wanted to see was nowhere in sight.

There were less than fifteen minutes left until the plane took off.

Cheyenne...

Omari's mind was in turmoil, experiencing a feeling he had never felt in his almost thirty years of life.

He was starting to understand why his mother would rather die than have any contact with his father again. Because in this endless waiting and repeated disappointment, she had exhausted all her patience, her body gradually growing cold, her heart numb.

Three minutes left.

Two minutes! Countdown to one minute...

He stared desperately at the glass doors, silently counting down from "60" in his heart.

Until that long minute slipped away, and she did not appear.

Omari let out a self-deprecating smile. Laughing loudly, he stood up from his seat, drawing the attention of many people.

Ignoring the mocking gazes from the crowd, he confidently stood up from his seat and took two long strides with his slender legs.

He walked towards the airport's main entrance, tearing the two plane m tickets in his hand and tossing them accurately into the trash bin. This bold scene left everyone stunned. Meanwhile, the handsyoung man had already turned around, leaving with his suit in hand.

Just as he left, a blue taxi pulled up by the airport's main entrance, and Cheyenne stepped out of it.

Kelvin followed closely behind, paying the driver.

"Cheyenne, wait for me."

He casually handed a hundred-dollar bill to the driver, not even waiting for his change, and quickly go out of the car to catch up. Slash th (F)indNvI. et website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. The waiting lounge was filled with people, and Cheyenne anxiously scanned the area, unable to find Omari's figure.

At that moment, the broadcast emitted a pleasant voice of a flight attendant.

"Attention, passengers of flight F33086 traveling to Singapore from Akloit Airport. The flight has already departed. We wish you a pleasant journey." She was late. Mr. Lara... had left!