Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 14

Jilted Bride 14

Chapter 14

Kenneth glanced at his phone, noticing two missed calls from Ophelia back at home. His mood instantly brightened. A warmth spread through him, brightening his mood instantly. The mere thought of her was enough to chase away the cloud of annoyance that had settled

over the morning.

"Take a thirty-minute break," he announced.

The room fell into a stunned silence. No one dared to move until Mark, sensing their hesitation, repeated the order. Slowly, they shuffled out, bewildered.

"Has Mr. Sinclair gone soft today? He never allows meetings to be interrupted," one whispered.

"Do you think he's sick? He's been coughing a lot," another murmured.

"He's still so young and weak?" someone muttered ominously.

"Don't talk nonsense," some other person said.

Back in the office, Kenneth stared at his phone, a trace of amusement on his face. Does she miss me that much? he mused.

Mark's voice cut through his thoughts. "Mr. Kenneth, Miss Ophelia visited Hastings Villa today. Afterward, she went to Everland Hotel. Just as you instructed, our people let her slip in herself without help. But Mr. Patrick happened to be at the hotel as well. Miss Ophelia disguised herself as a cleaning staff and was called into Mr. Patrick's room by his men...."

Kenneth's expression darkened, the air around him chilling to ice.

"But she was thrown out before long," Mark quickly explained, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Mr. Patrick likely has

idea who she really is. But, uh... do you have any idea what she's up to?"

Kenneth's gaze softened, and he gave a casual wave. "Let her do whatever she wants. Just keep her safe. Don't get too involved. She needs to have a little sense of achievement and feel like she's accomplished something on her own." Just then, his phone rang again. The name 'Little One' flashed on the screen.

He picked it up, and Ophelia's soft, honeyed voice flowed through the line. "Kenneth, I heard there was going to be some action at Avalon Port tonight-something dangerous involving that shipment. It might be trouble for you."

twitched into a

are you even listening to me!" Ophelia's voice was

tone as nonchalant

first, but when she heard his calm response, it clicked. "Wait... You

you?

"Yes," he admitted.

Ophelia couldn't help but laugh to herself. 'Of course, he knew. Nothing escapes Kenneth's grasp, she thought, rendered speechless. She suddenly understood why he played the part of the man in the wheelchair-every move was calculated. "Alright then, she pondered, her concerns finally put

hanging up, Mark stood nearby, puzzled. He was grinning just now when she

words?"

set his phone down, his fingers casually rubbing the silver hand on his pinky. "Can't

who said to keep her safe, to give her a little

he the one was at a loss for words. "This is what

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to her next mission. She stood in the sterile, white halls of a hospital, overseeing the DNA

will be ready in seven working days, the clerk informed her as Ophelia nodded, her mind already

to the suburbs, changing trains several times before she arrived at her

small, white cottage by the lake stood waiting. As she approached, a small head popped out from the balcony on the second floor. "Elia, you're finally here to see me," a

old, had an adorable, cherubic face with sharp, delicate features. His long lashes framed large doe-like eyes, and his voice still

but her piercing eyes-like those of a siren-hinted at a colder, more aloof nature. "You're here," Chloe said softly as Ophelia approached. The moment Ophelia stepped through the front door, Wyatt shot down the stairs like a little

into her arms.

good boy lately?" Ophelia smiled, ruffling

been really good. I eat all my meals

smiled back, her voice tinged with warmth as she

play by yourself for a little while, okay?" Reluctantly, Wyatt untangled himself from Ophelia's embrace and wandered into the living room. quietly playing with his blocks on the

his little, adorable figure. Ophelia felt both affection

a seventy-thirty split?" As she spoke, Ophelia pulled a card from her bag and pressed it into Chloe's hand. "Wyatt's treatment still needs money, and I can't let you help me for free." Chloe's eyes showed a flicker of exhaustion as she

with." Ophelia wasn't

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