Chapter 892

Omar was approaching now, still handsome as ever but with a chilly aura.

Cornelia recalled the first night she met him, when he looked all banged up. He told her he was a delivery guy who got into a fistfight with a kid who stole his delivery.

At that moment, she sympathized with him. They were just ordinary people struggling to make ends meet.

“Cornelia, Alma might need some time to accept you, but it’s cool. I’ll get her to.”

His words were full of care for his sister, as though it would be a great stroke of luck for Cornelia to become his wife.

Cornelia found his words laughable. She wanted to slap him, but her hand was still healing. She couldn’t afford to injure it again because of him.

Seeing her silent, Omar mistook it for agreement.

“I won’t hold your kid against you. Just don’t be so impulsive next time.”

As soon as he finished, Cornelia looked up at him.

Omar, who was initially a bit soft–hearted and happy to see her, now clearly saw disgust in her eyes.

Pure hatred.

He took a step back as she said, “Omar, even if all the men in the world die, I wouldn’t be with you. Don’t bother me again, or else.”

“Or else what?” Omar tried to grab her hand, but she violently shook him off.

“Or else I’ll show you that I can sleep with other men just as I did with you. After all, I’m not pure anymore, right?”

was silent, looking at her determined profile with a sense of fear. Cornelia was really capable of doing such a

because she was

got

to go to a bar, but Omar stopped

are you

kid from Greenfield. He was friends with Omar and just hitched a ride with him that night.

got out of the car, a beautiful woman walked up to him,

shocked by her kiss. He quickly hugged

past his shoulder. He let go of her immediately, looking

was like a demon straight from hell, looking at

the ground in terror, crawling a few steps

it, right? She initiated it and she was

stood by, wiping the corners of her mouth, but

of space, only interested in sleeping with female celebrities. His family was well–off too. Though not as rich as the Casson family, since he was with Omar, he was likely a good

gunshot rang

man in

knew Omar would do this. It was

very street, he dared to

lowered her lashes, and the next second, her

pointed the smoking gun

even giving the gun a kiss, then said with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You see,

that his hand

snatched the gun from him, aimed at his chest, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

to hurt her,

the bullet would

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