She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 668: Miss Weaver's Devotion As people exchanged cordial greetings in the audience, ironically, standing on the other side of the red carpet, waiting to receive Elsa, was not Omari, her soon-to-be groom. It was his brother, Hayden, her bes friend's fiancé.

Obeying his father's arrangement, the young man wore an expensive, well-tailored black Armani suit that accentuated his tall and sturdy figure, exuding a strong presence. His hair was slicked back, revealing a broad and full forehead. His deep-set, narrow eyes showed no expression as he stood solemnly in place.

The applause from the audience gradually died down, and questions started to emerge from the guests' seats. "Isn't that Master Hayden? Did they switch grooms?" "Yeah, I thought I was seeing things. It is Master Hayden, but the non the poster at the entrance is Master Omari." "Now that you mention it, did you notice that the poster at the entrance only had Miss Weaver's solo picture?" "No need to say it. Master Omari probably ran away from the wedding again. I must say, Miss Weaver is young, beautiful, well-off... Why does she have to stick to Master Omari?" "Ha! Who knows? In these high-class families, it's all about interests, not feelings." These whispered conversations reached the ears of the bride's mother, causing her beautiful fair face to darken. "Where is Omari? Leon, don't you owea reasonable explanation?" Leon, embarrassed, clenched his cane in his hand and dare not look at the elegant lady.

The woman sitting on his right, however, sneered sarcastically without restraint, "Why bother speaking up for that brat? There's nothing to hide. He was simply drunk last night and still completely wasted this morning." Drunk? Completely wasted? Today is a once-in-a-lifetoccasion for anyone. As a sensible adult, how could he act so inappropriately? There's only one reason-he never wanted to marry her daughter.

Leon took a deep breath, turned around, and glared angrily at his wife, snapping, "If you don't want to be here, then leave! Who asked you to spout nonsense here?" "Mrs. Weaver, please don't misunderstand. Omari isn't drunk, he's just feeling a bit unwell. Hayden is temporarily standing in for him to welcElsa. He will definitely cout when it's tfor the ceremony." Search the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Hayden's mother listened with a cold smile, picked up her purse without a word, and prepared to leave. "Omari Lara, this is how you handle this wedding? Elsa, cdown! We won't proceed with this marriage!" The whole venue fell into shock. Would they have to make another futile trip today? Complaints, schadenfreude, exultation, regret... There were all kinds of glances. As the current head of the Weaver family, Mrs. Weaver had been dominant and authoritative her whole life, and she had never experienced such a embarrassing situation in front of so many people.

Her strong self-esteem made it unbearable for her to endure. It was the first tshe had completely lost control in front of so many people.

On the red carpet, Elsa remained much calmer than most people expected. She still elegantly held her skirt and walked confidently towards Hayden.

She didn't care about how the wedding proceeded or who received her. She only cared that she was marrying Omari.

She just enjoyed tormenting him, relished seeing him love Cheyenne but unable to have Cheyenne. "Mother, I have been waiting for this marriage for so many years, and I won't back down. Even if he doesn't show up, the wedding will continue as planned. After all, his name, Omari, is written on the marriage certificate." Oh my, Miss Weaver's words almost moved them all.

It was the first tLeon had seen such a foolish woman. The groom didn't even show up, yet she still wholeheartedly wanted to marry him.

The rumors outside might say that Miss Weaver had a wayward lifestyle, but from this scene, she was clearly a good girl.

It was Master Omari from the Lara

family who didn't know how to appreciate it. He was just an om illegitimate son while Miss Weaver was the righteous heiress of Weaver family. What more could he ask for?

The more favorable the public opinion was for her, the happierm Elsa's smile became, while Leon was so frustrated that he didn't know what to say. He coughed twice and reluctantly agreed to Miss Weaver's request. The wedding continued.

The spacious room had a black and white, cool decor. On the ice-cold floor lay a slender figure.

The man was only wearing a black V-neck sweater, paired with off-white trousers, curled up on the chilly floor like a cooked shrimp.

The sweater shifted a couple of inches, revealing a glimpse of his slim waist, distinct rib bones, and smooth and graceful lines.

His closed eyes were framed by thick, long eyelashes. The sunken eye sockets and lean features made the NO sharp lines on his chin stand out. Gradually, he was awakened by the chaotic music outside the window. He slowly opened his charming eyes, bloodshot veins filling his eyes, which looked somewhat frightening at first glance.

What caught his attention was the red "double happiness" characters on the window, piercing his eyes.

The man stood up from the floor and without a word, rushed towards the window.

"Go to hell! Who wants to marry that kind of woman? I only want Cheyenne!" Omari stared at the marriage certificates on the table. His charming eyes flickered with traces of coldness. Those certificates that they obtained with his ID without his permission had no legal effect at all! He smirked, revealing a cold smile, and took out a lighter.

The flignited the corner of the certificate, and soon it was burning fiercely.