Omar’s entrance drew every eye, like moths to a light bulb.


    He stood tall and aloof, exuding an aura that seemed to set him apart from everyone else, yet his undeniable presencemanded attention.


    Every eye followed him as he made his way toward Mark with a casual stride.


    “Mr.


    Garza,” he greeted, his toneced with condescension.


    Mark’s face lit up with a weing smile.


    “Come on in, Omar.


    Hannah is inside.


    ”


    With a polite nod, Omar replied, “Alright.


    ”


    They moved from the garden into the living room.


    The moment Omar stepped in, his gaze locked onto Hannah, who was seated on the sofa.


    On Hannah’s right was Jenny, on her left, ire, and across from her sat Merlin in a wheelchair, seemingly indifferent to the proceedings around him.


    “This is the Morrison family’s heir.


    We’ve met him before,” ire remarked, smiling warmly as she squeezed Hannah’s hand.


    “You young folks should chat.


    Hannah, I’ll be outside with your grandfather, greeting the other guests.


    ”


    Before leaving, she gave Hannah’s shoulder a gentle, encouraging pat.


    “Hannah, enjoy your conversation with Mr.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Morrison.


    ”


    With a final affectionate nce, ire linked arms with Mark, and they left the room together.


    Merlin nced at Hannah, but seeing no reaction from her, he slowly turned away.


    “Miss Moore, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Omar said as he settled next to Hannah, his tone familiar.


    “It seems fate has brought us together.


    ”


    “Is that so?” Hannah replied with a sarcastic edge.


    “What a cruel twist of fate.


    ”


    Her Lips pursed in annoyance as she felt a flicker of movement in front of her.


    “Stop waving your hand in my face,” she snapped.


    Omar paused, his hand freezing mid-air.


    “Can you see?”


    “I can sense it,” she replied curtly.


    A mischievous smile tugged at Omar’s lips.


    “Even though you can’t see right now, I won’t hold it against you.


    ”


    Hannah’s response was a disdainful snort, her attention clearly elsewhere.


    Omar gazed at Hannah, his eyes tracing the contours of her delicate profile.


    “You know what?” he said with a maic low murmur that sent shivers down her spine.


    “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.


    ”


    Though she couldn’t see his face, Hannah could easily imagine his smug expression.


    Disgust flickered in her eyes.


    “What are you trying to say?”