She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 536: A Realization

NIGHTBREEZE Law Firm.

Omari had been away in Onistead for two or three months, and upon his return to Akloit, he couldn't help but visit the law firm to check on the recent business situation.

In the conference room, his elite lawyers were eagerly reporting their successes over the past two to three months.

Each of them spoke passionately.

One lawyer said, "The grapevines from my neighbor's house grew into the next yard. Two old ladies in their seventies had a violent altercation over a bunch of grapes because the neighbor spit out the grape skins after eating them..."

Omari rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought without saying a word.

Another lawyer said, "Mr. Lara, my case is much more sophisticated than his. It involves a migrant worker whose boss withheld his wages. As a result, the worker got involved with the boss's wife. The boss's wife handed over all her finances to him, and now the boss wants the money back, but the wife claims it as her dowry and asserts her right to it."

Omari opened his mouth to speak but hesitated and held back his words.

"Mr. Lara, their cases are child's play compared to what I recently took on. A 14-year-old boy was punished to stand in the playground for handing in his homework late. Coincidentally, he ran into a classmate who attempted to commit suicide by jumping off a building. Unfortunately, he was hit on the head by his classmate's fall and suffered a concussion. The suicide attempt failed, but..."

"That's enough!"

Omari couldn't bear it any longer and stood up, his eyes scanning around like the king of the forest overlooking his territory, exuding an overwhelming aura.

The joyful atmosphere instantly quieted down, and everyone lowered their heads, afraid to make a sound.

Then, Omari's voice, filled with resentment, echoed above, as if grinding his teeth, "Please pay attention to the image of our law firm. We are an internationally renowned firm. Do you know what international means? Look at the cases you are taking on!"

One lawyer felt a little frustrated and asked softly, "Mr. Lara, what exactly constitutes an international case?"Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Omari was momentarily speechless.

At that moment, another lawyer exclaimed, excitedly showing her phone to everyone.

"Look, Mr. Foley publicly confessed his love for Miss Lawrence, Mr. Lara's goddess!"

The romantic confession scene was playing on Tik Tok.

Thud.

The table inexplicably collapsed, and Mr. Lara unintentionally stepped on the phone screen.

In an instant, it shattered into a spider web.

She had just used a month's salary to buy the newest iPhone.

The elegant Mr. Lara stooped down gracefully, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket with a touch of cleanliness, wrapped it around the broken phone, and picked it up.

With a serious and solemn tone, he explained, "For example, if your phone's screen is accidentally damaged from a fall, and you've had it for less than seven days, according to the principles, you should be able to exchange it without reason. However, the store refuses, claiming it as deliberate damage. This falls under accidental harm. You can sue Apple for poor after-sales service, but because Apple is a foreign company, this turns into an international case."

"Well, does anyone still have questions?"

Everyone immediately covered their phones, nodding uniformly, "Understood!"

Only Lawyer A burst into tears on the spot; what a painfully enlightening realization! Underground parking lot.

Omari kicked his hand into his pocket, while holding a cellphone with the other hand.

"Book a private room for me, yes... and put a red rose on the table. No onions in the food."

After hanging up the phone, he stopped in front of a luxury sports car.

A bright red Ferrari.

Actually, he didn't like this car, as it didn't match his image as an elite in the industry.

But Cheyenne liked it, so Mr. Lara reluctantly accepted the audacious color.

Just as he was about to put away his phone, it rang.

The three words displayed on the screen made Omari furrow his brow, and he decisively pressed the power button to turn it off.

Opening the car door, he leaned in and sat down on the driver's seat.

Casually, he threw the phone onto the passenger seat without even glancing at it. He placed his large hand on the steering wheel, revved the engine, and drove away.

The car turned around and exited the parking space. As it approached the garage entrance, a person suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Like a fool, he dashed towards the front of Omari's car, extending his arms to block his path.

When Omari realized it, the distance between the front of the car and the figure was less than a meter.

He hurriedly slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop. Due to inertia, it slid forward for some distance.

"Hiss."

The intense friction between the tires and the ground produced sparks, accompanied by a loud screeching sound that reached Mr. Lara's ears.

His mind went blank for a second.

Once he calmed down and saw who was standing in front of him, the handsome and feminine face was filled with dark clouds, like a terrible stormy weather. The car door opened.

Omari, full of anger, strode over and grabbed the woman's wrist, holding it tightly.

His strength was so great that a red fingerprint was left on her slender and fair wrist.

However, she seemed to feel no pain at all, smiled at Omari, and even kicked the wheel of the car with the pointed heel of her high-heeled shoe.

In a relaxed tone, she giggled, "Just less than five centimeters apart, so thrilling."

The woman appeared to be around

twenty-four or twenty-five years old,

dressed in a retro-style French

cornflower-printed dress with a high

its

waist and square neckline. The vibrant red color, along with smooth and soft silk fabric, outlined her graceful and curvaceous figure.

Her hair was elegantly pinned up on top of her head, adorned with a black feathered hat. Her forehead was covered by a black lace veil, adding a touch of mystery and ladylike beauty.

This familiar face was none other than Elsa the future head of the

Weaver family who had a

connection with Cheyenne, the chairman of the Lara Group, and the

fiancée of Mr. Lara.

Omari angrily let go of her hand, his voice filled with displeased sternness as he reprimanded, "What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled ge ntly at him and casually replied, "Naturally, I came to find my fiancé-you. Why didn't you answer my call?"

"Fiancé!"

This word made Omari furious, his veins bulging. He let out a cold snort and said, "What a joke. Why would I answer?"