She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 347: I'm Leaving, Cheyenne, Don't Cause Trouble At the entrance, a tall and slender figure in white walked in. He wore a white suit, his figure tall and slender like a pine tree, and lips that were red and white. A pair of familiar gold-framed glasses rested on his nose, adding a touch of frost to his extraordinarily handsface.

As he strode forward, Elsa's eyes lit up upon seeing him. She lifted her foot to approach him, naturally extending her hand as if to link arms with him. 'Omari, you're back.' Having not seen each other for five years, Omari's disdain for her remained unchanged. As Elsa's hand was about to touch him, Omari evaded it, calmly giving her a cold glance. 'What are you doing here?' What happened just now before he arrived? Cheyenne looked unpleasant. Omari, familiar with her to a certain extent, could tell that Cheyenne was angry. Despite Cheyenne's delicate appearance, she possessed a strong and indifferent heart. If she was angry, it meant something significant.

Elsa's gaze flickered, and the crimson lips slightly curved upwards as she looked at Cheyenne. 'I cwith Emily and, by the way, want to thank Miss Lawrence for taking care of you for so long.' Upon hearing this, Omari couldn't help but give Elsa a disdainful look. He pursed his lips and coldly retorted, 'I don't need you to intervene in the affairs between Cheyenne and me. Who do you think you are? You're in position to thank Cheyenne on my behalf.' Publicly rebuffed by her fiancé, most girls would probably burst into tears or scold him by now. However, Elsa managed to maintain her composure. She chuckled lightly, 'Who am I? Naturally, I am your future wife, Omari. We're getting married in two years, whether you like it or not.' 'Even if you don't want to marry me, you cannot cancel our engagement, can you?' She raised her exquisite chin, appeared cool and domineering.

This was the Elsa from Omari's memories. Since returning from abroad, she had beceven more detestable.

Back to an hour ago, Omari, who was in his office looking at quarterly financial reports, received a surprising call from his brother Hayden.

It was astonishing.

In the ten years since he returned to the Lara family at the age of thirteen until now, Hayden had never called him.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Omari, with long and beautiful fingers tapping on the desk, decided to answer the call.

'Father orders you to return this time. Otherwise, that girl named Cheyenne might not live to see tomorrow.' Hayden's threatening words echoed in his ears. The buzzing sound overwhelmed his mind, and his gaze was somewhat blank as he stared at Cheyenne.

Her face, still familiar. Without makeup, this delicate and beautiful face was naturally charming.

She had long, flowing curls cascading down her shoulders, making them appear even more delicate.

She smiled with a hint of lazy charm.

It seemed like he had never truly entered her heart.

Thinking about this, Omari couldn't help but feel utterly defeated.

If Cheyenne held a place for him in her heart, he would be willing to go against the world, risking his life to be with her. But he knew Cheyenne's heart didn't belong to him.

All he could do was silently guard her, preventing any harm from befalling her.

Omari's heart felt bitter. He approached Cheyenne, feigning composure, but a dull pain throbbed in his chest. He was about to leave her for stime, unsure of the duration. Would there be a chance to meet again? He recalled the first the saw her on that summer day, dressed in an oversized school uniform. Hands clasped behind her head, her lively and fair face tinged with sunlight.

Sweatdrops, like small beans, dripped from her forehead, moistening her burdened eyelashes. While others sighed in exhaustion, Cheyenne silently hopped around the field, her eyes gazing ahead without a hint of retreat or complaint.

He couldn't help but be captivated.

It wasn't until a porn comics fell from her uniform pocket that he realized he wasn't dreaming.

As he reflected on the past, a faint smile graced Omari's lips. He gently touched Cheyenne's soft, silky hair and softly said, 'I have to go hfor a while.' Home? Listening to his words, Cheyenne felt an indescribable sense of loss. She had forgotten that Omari had his own home, someone who loved him, and a future wife.

All good things must cto an end.

As a friend, she couldn't stop Omari from making any decisions. 'Take care on your journey.' Omari nodded and pulled out a business card from his pocket, handing it to her.

'This is a friend of mine's business card. If you ever encounter any difficulties while I'm away, go find him.' Finally, he turned to Iker and smiled, 'Master Iker, please take care of Cheyenne for me. I'm afraid she might get into trouble when I'm not around. You owe her so much; you won't refuse this request, will you?' Iker retorted, his sharp eyes fixed on Omari. 'It's not like it's a farewell forever. Tanner, assistback.' 'Yes, Master.' Both Cheyenne and Omari chuckled at Iker's feeling one way and acting differently.

'Cheyenne, I'm leaving. But I'll be back. Remember to take care of yourself. Omari with nothing in hand, grabbed a briefcase from his room and prepared to depart.

Elsa, observing Juliana's reluctant expression as the two left, felt a surge of anger, but of anger, but being a soldier, she Scorned the idea of resorting to violence over such a trivial matter with Cheyenne. 'Wait a second.' Just as he was about to take his first step, Cheyenne, in high heels, swiftly headed towards the rooms upstairs.

The sounds of her heels were crisp and melodious.

In no time, she cback down, running.

She handed Omari a glass bottle filled with colorful candies. Omari looked puzzled and curious.

Without explaining much, Cheyenne said in a low voice, 'You have lown blood sugar, right? When you're worn out from work, have one of these. Take care, Omari.' The fact that he had low blood sugar was something not even his closest assistant knew, but Cheyenne not only knew about it but also bought him candy! Omari tightened his grip on the glass jar, pretended to be nonchalant, and smiled, 'Alright, thanks, Cheyenne.' X Emily, watching, couldn't help but twitch her lips. That candy was probably just for kids, and she couldn't believe Cheyenne had the nerve to give it to him.

Embarrassing!