She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 235: Mr. Lara Refuses To Take Cases

Chapter 235: Mr. Lara Refuses to Take Cases

However, when he returned after years of studying abroad, he heard the news that Miss Lawrence had married into a wealthy family. The girl he had been thinking about for four years was now wearing a pure white wedding dress and running towards another man.

In that moment, all his persistence and beliefs collapsed...

He never expected Cheyenne to enter the hall of marriage at just eighteen years old. He was one step too late.

Fortunately, he hadn't given up yet, and she had also divorced.

There was still time for everything.

Coming back to reality from his memories, Omari looked back at Cheyenne.

When she ate food, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster eating its food. Her cherry blossom lips opened and closed as she focused on the shumai in her hand.

Her profile was adorable with a strand of chestnut hair falling onto her chest and sticking to her fair skin without her noticing.

"Slow down; no one's taking it away from you," Omari said tenderly as he suddenly reached out with his big hand to tuck the strand behind Cheyenne's ear.

As a result, her cute little ears were exposed under the sunlight shining through colorful glass windows outside. The light turned into beautiful shades of blue while illuminating strands of fine

white hair inside them along with tiny blood vessels visible through transparent earlobes like they were congested or something else entirely.

He inexplicably wanted to take a bite out of them just to see if they tasted sweet like she did?

Even if Cheyenne wasn't particularly sharp-witted herself but noticed his unusual "ferocious" gaze.

"Omari? Do you... do you think I ate your breakfast without paying so you're looking at me like this?" She subconsciously leaned backward.

"Am I really such an ungenerous person?" Omari asked resentfully while still holding his hand in mid-air,

Cheyenne even nodded slightly before picking up some xiaolongbao from their table then stuffing it into Omari's palm,"I'll pay later; eat this too since I'm treating."

Omari suddenly felt so angry that it hurt.

"What an idiot."

Their interaction didn't escape Iker's notice; Omari's gaze towards Cheyenne earlier wasn't what friends should have between each other but rather how men look at women filled with tenderness and possessiveness...

It amused him how Omari who handled himself gracefully in court could be so domineering sometimes.

However, Omari was clearly wasting his time because Cheyenne had no interest in him whatsoever.

Just after breakfast, Cheyenne yawned and said she was tired and needed to go back to bed for a nap.

Iker couldn't help but roll his eyes at her lazy behavior. All the girls he knew were hardworking and striving to survive, except for this woman who was undoubtedly a slacker and didn't even bother to turn over.

Omari's voice suddenly sounded behind her, "Cheyenne, I want to move into your mansion too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman almost slipped on the ground. She lazily turned around with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Didn't he have his own mansion?

What was going on?

Did he have so much money that he had nothing better to do than give it away?

Tanner and Iker stood silently by their side waiting for Cheyenne's answer.

From a selfish point of view, Iker didn't like Omari moving in because it would affect his life quality. Cheyenne had just thought about refusing when she saw Omari's pleading eyes filled with water- like eyes that seemed misted up like white fog.

She really couldn't bear it anymore.

Especially after knowing that Omari was the man who saved her eight years ago under the bridge, Cheyenne felt grateful towards him now more than ever before.

Omari took out a pen from his pocket without giving up hope, immediately wrote down a check worth three million dollars and placed it on the table,

"Cheyenne, this is rent money; I'll leave it here." He continued saying, "I'm going back first but will bring my things over tonight."

Before Cheyenne could say anything, Omari rushed out of the villa door as if afraid that Cheyenne would refuse him.

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"Let me speak first," but before she could even utter these four words, Omari had hurriedly left, and the Maybach parked at the gate had vanished.

The roar of the car's engine grew fainter and fainter.

The three million dollar check remained conspicuous among plastic bags filled with leftover food items scattered all around them

Omari ran out of villa happily while smiling.

Suddenly, the phone rang inside his pocket. He picked it up, seeing it was his assistant calling.

"What happened?"

"Mr. Lara, a big client has come to the company and specifically requested your help in a lawsuit. They're willing to pay five million if we win," said the assistant.

"Five million is considered big?" Omari scoffed. He wasn't about to let such a small amount of money get in the way of meeting Cheyenne.

"I'm not interested," Lara replied firmly.

The assistant looked embarrassed and coughed awkwardly. They had been on speakerphone, so Abbie heard every word clearly. Her beautiful face darkened with anger, but she held it back due to the crowd around her.

"I've heard that Lawyer Lara has a temper, but I didn't expect it to be true. Is it because five million isn't enough? If that's the case, I can raise it to six million."

Abbie didn't have much money herself; her father's shares were controlled by Cody. The money Kelvin had given her for studying abroad was still untouched because she received full scholarships for excelling academically.

Kelvin also arranged everything for her daily life so she wouldn't have any worries or stress about anything else.

Mr. Kent didn't want to deceive this gentle lady and answered truthfully, "Miss Berry, your case isn't difficult at all; why don't you try another lawyer from our firm? The chances of success are just as high."

The will specifically named Abbie as inheritor; now that she was over eighteen years old and legally independent with independent thinking ability and willpower. As long as scientific evidence proved there were no abnormalities in her body – naturally she could inherit this legacy without any problems.