Her kind words only earned Cheyenne a wave of mockery from Leon.
"Young girls are naive. In influential families like ours, interests come before 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 became agitated. Unintentionally, an image of a radiant smiling face came to 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In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.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 name engraved deep in his memory.
Every time he 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!
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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 handsome young 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 time showed 7:30 a. m.
He had half an hour left before boarding.
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