Chapter 892

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?”

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

thing.

He liked her because she was different from other women.

At that moment, another man got out of Omar’s car.

They were supposed to go to a bar, but Omar stopped the car when they passed by here.

“Omar, what are you doing?”

The man was just a regular rich kid from Greenfield. He was friends with Omar and just hitched a ride with him that

night.

As soon as he got out of the car, a beautiful woman walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and

kissed him without hesitation.

His pupils dilated instantly. He was shocked by her kiss. He quickly hugged Cornelia and spun her around, pinning

her against the car.

But the next second, a bullet whizzed past his shoulder. He let go of her immediately, looking pale at Omar, who

was just a few steps away.

Omar’s face was like a demon straight from hell, looking at him with a ghastly expression.

The man fell to the ground in terror, crawling a few steps back.

“Omar, you saw it, right? She initiated it and she was seducing me. I couldn’t.”

Cornelia stood by, wiping the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t say anything.

She recognized the man begging for mercy. He was a waste 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 friend of his.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

The bullet hit the man in the head.

Cornelia knew Omar would do this. It was just his nature.

On this very street, he dared to fire a gun in public.

She lowered her lashes, and the next second, her chin was grabbed.

Omar, furious, pointed the smoking gun at her cheek without hesitation.

She looked at him fearlessly, even giving the gun a kiss, then said with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You see, I’m not

refusing any man.”

Omar was so angry that his hand was shaking.

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

He couldn’t bear to hurt her, but she showed no mercy.

Had he not dodged quickly, the bullet would have hit his heart.

Now, it only grazed his shoulder.

Cornelia looked disappointed. She almost succeeded,

“Cornelia!!” Omar covered his shoulder, his palm full of blood. He couldn’t help but slap her in anger.

He didn’t hold back, and her cheek instantly swelled up, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“Are you crazy? Do you really want to kill me?”

Cornelia licked the corner of her mouth and didn’t say a word, but her eyes betrayed her true intentions.

She really wanted to kill him.

Omar was shaking all over, and his men were dealing with the body.

He took a deep breath. “What the hell do you want?”

“I want Alma to die! I want you to die! Is that okay?”

Omar stared at her in silence, too angry to speak. He just got into the car and drove off.

Cornelia scoffed. “If you bother Maja again, I’ll hit you every time I see you.”

Omar froze, shaking with anger.

She hadn’t known Maja for long, and now she wanted to kill him over someone who didn’t matter?

But Cornelia just stood there quietly, true to her word.

The car had already taken off.