Female Novel
Chapter 1322
She was wearing a sundress today, with a light cardigan draped over her shoulders.
When Omar saw her approaching, it felt as if she was tiptoeing on his heart with each step.
He had been longing to meet her recently, but Cornelia had cut him off, and she had done it so
completely.
She was publicly linked to a new boyfriend, the chart-topping singer Antonio. Everyone online was
speculating when they would break up, yet the two kept flaunting their love on Twitter.
Omar had been doing his homework on pop culture, and his assistant informed him that what they
were doing was called 'showmance'. Now, Cornelia and Antonio were tied together in the public eye.
"Cornelia."
He reached out, pulling her into his embrace, and buried his head greedily in the scent of her.
Cornelia used not to wear perfume, but now there was always a fragrance about her.
"What perfume is that today?"
"It's custom-made. Do you like it?"
They didn't seem like a couple who had fallen out at all.
Cornelia knew she had to offer him something in return if she wanted his help.
"It's nice."
"I need a favor. I heard Fitch had an accident. Could you find out if he's really gone? What exactly
happened the night he drove out?"
If it were anyone else asking for Omar's help, they'd have to sweet-talk him and then wait on his
response.
But Cornelia was calm, sitting in his lap, smiling up at him.
"This is important to me."
Omar tightened his grip around her waist, meeting her gaze.
In the past, she used to look at him with those very eyes, then gently tug at his arm, "Omar, please?"
But the Cornelia of now wouldn't speak to him with that tone anymore.novelbin
In her eyes, he was Mr. Casson, someone who could offer her convenience, no longer the man who
once shared whispers and closeness in a cramped room.
His hands trembled as he blinked, one arm still firmly around her waist.
"Mr. Casson, will you help me? If not, maybe you could pass me the number of that Olson family
patriarch you know. I wonder if he might be interested in my company."
"Cornelia!"
He chided her and, right in front of her, pulled out his phone to take care of the matter.
Cornelia's face immediately lit up with a grateful smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Casson."
Omar released her, his fingertips shaking with anger.
Cornelia stood up and checked her makeup in a small compact mirror.
Her makeup was impeccable, making her look like a delicate doll.
After putting the mirror back in her purse, she placed her hands on either side of her dress, slowly
pulling it up.
"Mr. Casson, I'll leave this matter in your capable hands."
Omar's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly grabbed her hands, his eyes lifting to hers in disbelief.
But her gaze was calm as one hand reached for his belt.
"Aren't we going to?"
"Cornelia, what have you learned from your industry?"
"To be ruthless in pursuit of my goals. I learned it from you, didn't I?"
The room fell silent after her words.
Omar's heart felt like it was pierced. Suddenly, he didn't know how to respond.
Yes, she had learned it from him.
Back when he let his men ruin her hands, then watched her save his life, only to leave her and her
family to struggle in the mire, thinking they were merely laughable ants.
Then her parents died because of his sister's tragic fate, and she herself nearly lost her life.
One incident after another, enough to change her.
Omar's hands shook as he pulled her dress back down, even tearing a slit in the fabric with too much
force.
"Put it back on!"
His voice was hoarse, filled with both fear and helplessness.