She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 538: Mr. Lara Almost Strangles Elsa

Chapter 538: Mr. Lara Almost Strangles Elsa

For most people, when engaged couples meet, it's all sweet and pleasant, but for them, it has turned into enmity, with tensions running high!

Omari was always courteous and well-mannered to everyone, but when he came to her, he turned into a furious scolder.

"What are you doing here? Go back to your Onistead!" His tone was severe, showing no respect for the young lady.

Facing his unfriendly attitude, Elsa remained remarkably relaxed and confident. With a sweet smile on her face, she took out a document from her bag and presented it in front of Omari.

A pursuit order! It detailed Cheyenne's information, including her birth, family background, height, weight, and even where she attended elementary school. It also included a photo of Cheyenne, with a big red cross drawn on her face with a red pen.

In the gentlest voice, Elsa uttered the most sinister words. "See this? It was personally given to me by your old man. If you don't obediently come back to Onistead and marry me within three days, your beloved will be hunted down globally."

Omari suddenly understood, and he fiercely grabbed Elsa's delicate and fair neck. His grip tightened, causing her laughter to come to an abrupt halt and turn into a fit of coughing.

"Omari, do you dare... dare to kill me? Look behind you." The suffocation was unbearable, and as he exerted more and more force, Elsa's breathing became increasingly difficult.

As death approached, the confident young lady continued to smile, her words cold and mocking.

Soon, a commotion of footsteps sounded, and suddenly, Omari felt the air around him become heavy and oppressive, filled with a dense aura of killing intent.

Swoosh...

He tilted his head slightly and realized that he had been surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black suits, each with a tattoo on their faces, brandishing guns aimed at him. They were the exclusive bodyguards of the Weaver family.

There were about ten of them, all strong and powerful, holding guns and pointing them at him. If he indeed strangled the malicious woman Elsa, he would not be able to survive the storm of bullets.

This was the source of Elsa's confidence.

She continued to mock, shifting her gaze to Omari's hand. It was evident that he was genuinely angry; the veins on his bronzed skin were bulging, and his blood vessels seemed to be swelling. "Why don't you continue exerting force? Do you have the guts to strangle me? As long as I'm not dead, you will always be my man, at my mercy. Haha!"

"Madwoman! You should really see a psychiatrist, you crazy woman!"

Omari had encountered plenty of pathological madness in his line of work, but Elsa's current state was no different from those crazed individuals. "Release our young lady!"

The head bodyguard's voice rang out loudly, warning Omari. The guns in their hands were not for playing around; their magazines were filled with bullets. One shot was enough to take Omari's life. In the face of the threat, Omari straightened his back and met their glare without submission, his red lips curving into a cold smile.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill this disgusting woman first?"

As he spoke, he exerted more force with his hand.

At that moment, a familiar and aged voice pierced into Omari's ears.

"Stop! Omari, you little beast!"

He turned in disbelief to see a black figure urgently hurrying from the garage door, an older man leaning on a cane, trembling with each step. The man was so enraged that he rushed to Omari and slapped him across the face.

The sound of a loud slap echoed in the spacious underground garage, creating an eerie and distant atmosphere. His slender gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground, while his face instantly bore a bright red palm print.

With his dark, determined gaze contrasting his pitch-black eyes, he stared rebelliously at the middle-aged man in front of him. His Adam's apple rolled as he shouted in a low voice, "Father."

This year, Leon, Omari's father, had already turned sixty. He had dedicated his entire life to serving the Lara family, working diligently and meticulously. He feared making a wrong decision or taking a misstep that would damage the century-old foundation and prestige of the Lara family. Therefore, in his lifetime, he would never allow the Lara family to be left behind.

Over a year ago, he had been given a critical illness diagnosis by the doctor and was advised to take good care of himself if he wanted to live a few more years. But how could he relax when his young son was wandering alone outside while also laboring to deal with the Weaver family? His condition worsened significantly.

Omari was beaten, and Elsa watched with relish, even whistling in schadenfreude. "Mr. Lara, please go easy. If you cripple or disfigure him, won't it be my Weaver family's money spent on treating him?" As she finished her words, Omari glared at her fiercely and replied with impatience, "Shut up."

Leon also felt somewhat embarrassed. This future daughter-in-law was indeed immature. It wasn't right to point a gun at her own husband, but as a father, it was his duty to teach his son a lesson. Her meddling involvement was somewhat lacking in propriety, considering she wasn't even officially married to his son. However, given her strong background, Leon had no choice but to arrange such an arrogant young lady for his son.

Nevertheless, it was the Lara family's fault in the first place for the elopement mess, and as an elder, he should show magnanimity. Leon didn't dwell on her earlier rudeness but instead wore a loving smile, praising her, "Look carefully, boy! Elsa cares about you so much. Despite how you treat her, she still stands by your side."

Receiving praise, Elsa continued to push the boundaries, "Thank you, Mr. Lara, for understanding. I don't blame Omari at all. I just happen to like him and no one else." Her words had just fallen when Omari, with a dark expression, mimicked exaggerated vomiting.

"Like me? Bleh; A woman as venomous and treacherous as you, with a heart full of evil deeds. I don't believe you can like anyone. In fact, you're only selfish!" Elsa had been promiscuous over the years, seducing many actors, some of whom were still university students. She even didn't spare the bodyguards around her. Her private life was as filthy as a sewer, and yet she had the audacity to claim she liked him. It was truly nauseating.

This response didn't sit well with Elsa, and her smile turned cold. Leon coughed forcefully; his lungs felt like they were about to come out. He was reminding Omari-don't go too far! He should at least leave some dignity for the girl.

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