Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 48

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Brock shouted, "I don't care! I have to see Ophelia today, or I'll kill myself right in front of you! He was nothing like his former self-hair a tangled mess, unshaven, looking like a drunken tramp.

He pressed a bloodstained fruit knife against his neck, eyeing the surrounding police officers with a wary gaze. Meanwhile, Chloe stood behind the police, her arm injured from a cut, still waiting for the doctor to treat her wound.

The glass that had covered the dress was shattered, leaving broken shards all over the ground. People passing through the mall gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Ophelia walked in with purpose, the crowd parting to make way for her.

As soon as she entered, she noticed Chloe's arm, where bright red blood was seeping through her fingers. The doctor finally arrived, carrying a medical kit to tend to her wound.

Ophelia's gaze instantly sharpened, icy, and full of lethal intent "Didn't you want to see me? Say what you need to."

Brock followed her voice and, the moment he saw her, became visibly more agitated. "Ophelia, it's all your fault! It's because of you that I've ended up like this!"

"Because of me? Did I force you to plagiarize or did I make you steal my designs? Don't blame me for your downfall." Ophelia retorted, her voice thick with sarcasm, her gaze still cold.

Before Brock could respond, she turned to the police officers, her eyes carrying an intimidating authority. "He's already assaulted someone. Are you really afraid he'll kill himself out of guilt? A coward like him, if he really wanted to die, he would've done it already." Hearing that, the officers exchanged glances, ready to inch closer. But when Brock saw them, he panicked and retreated. "Stay back! Don't come near me! Don't you

dare!

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto Ophelia, and in one swift movement, he lunged at her.

way.

escape for her was fouled as Brock grabbed her by the clothes, pulling her back. The sharp fruit knife was pressed against her smooth, delicate neck, and his arm clamped tightly around her shoulder. Watch out..." At that moment,

turned pale, gasping in

to act, hesitated and retreated when they saw Brock now had a

up and ran over in panic. "Brock, what are you doing? If you want a hostage,

of you, back off!" Brock pushed the knife harder against Ophelia's

face remained calm as she gave Chloe a

owe her something from a past life? If it

my hands Ophelia. You deserve this! How about I send you off, huh?" Brock pressed the tip of the knife deeper into Ophelia's skin, and

neck.

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your hostage, Heather stammered, her face

glanced over indifferently, her heart completely unmoved. To her, the so-called family bond that came so

broken glass scattered on the ground, dragging Ophelia backward with him, step by step. He knew there was no escaping today and thought that even if he died, he would take Ophelia

him today. With that thought, he summoned

people around them

with a

his bone shattered. The knife slipped from his hand, and using the momentum. Ophelia flipped him over her shoulder, slamming him to

Brock crashed onto the broken glass, curling up in

ashamed. It didn't take long for them to

the wound on Ophelia's neck, her concern written all over her face -there was no way she could fake

police were about to take Brock away, Ophelia suddenly

hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance, and

her lips into a sneer, her eyes still filled with icy contempt. "If I hadn't let you take me hostage on purpose, how else

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