Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 53

Chapter 53

Kenneth placed a piece on the board and reached out to pat Ophelia's head. "I won't ask. You can do anything you want."

"Really?" Ophelia's eyes lit up.

"Except children," he added firmly.

Ophelia's lips turned down slightly. 'Of course,' she thought. 'He's still not budging on that issue!

Kenneth gently tilted her chin up, leaning in closer. "While the end result isn't possible, I can certainly make the process enjoyable for you..."

"Stop it..." Ophelia's cheeks flushed pink at his words.

Kenneth's gaze lowered, his interest in the game board suddenly waning.

With Kenneth out for the afternoon, Ophelia seized the chance to slip away to her studio. The harsh realities of running a household had hit her hard - bills were piling up, and her studio was bleeding money. She needed a quick fix for her financial woes. That afternoon, before the stock market closed, Ophelia made her way to the stock exchange.

In her previous life, she hadn't dabbled in stocks. But a couple of days ago, while Kenneth was keeping her company, she'd caught a glimpse of his computer screen and overheard bits of his conversation with Mark.

Then, Ophelia figured that following Sinclair Group was a surefire way to turn a profit. After registering an account, she invested half of her available funds into the stocks they'd mentioned.

"Young lady, do you even understand stocks?" An older man nearby couldn't resist chiming in. "Those penny stocks you've picked are heading south fast. You might as well flush your money down the toilet!"

Ophelia raised an eyebrow, her voice cool as a cucumber. "Is that so? What would you suggest then, sir?"

The man adjusted his bifocals, squinting at the massive display board. "We've been watching Harvest Organics and Starry City lately. Both are looking promising. They opened at 7.3 dollars and have already climbed to 10 dollars. At this rate, we're in for another bull run this week."

Though Ophelia wasn't well-versed in the stock market, she recalled news from her past life. Harvest Organics seemed fine, but Starry City was likely headed for a major drop and would eventually be swallowed by Sinclair Group.

all your Starry City shares as soon as possible," she told the

"Are you crazy? The stock's on a roll. I'd have to be out of my mind to sell it now. Young lady, you

After making her purchases, she left. She'd handle her own trades online from now on. There was no

in his wheelchair, absently fiddling with his pinky ring. "So Ophelia

Sinclair." Mark

is so weird, Mark thought. 'He clearly wants to help, but instead of doing it directly, he chooses this roundabout method. It's hard to

Chapter 53

know what to

aloud while thinking to himself, 'Of course, the goal is to make sure

later, the stocks Ophelia had chosen skyrocketed. She had made a killing, riding the wave

success.

City's stock took a nosedive, plummeting from 10 dollars to just over four

the anguished cries of investors

times in a week. We don't have time for your nonsense. That shell company of yours is nothing but a money pit. You're bad news. Now scram before I call security!" "I just want

said get lost!" The

before raining down on the young man.

suddenly, a stray paper fluttered across the street,

[Christopher Tech

tech industry leader, Christopher? I can't believe I've run into him! Though right now, he's probably just a fresh college graduate struggling to start his

bought the man's company at a very low price and helped him pay off part of his debts. Out of gratitude and to repay his debt, Christopher had been working for various companies under Hastings Group ever since. Ophelia had seen him once at a Hastings

Christopher's company that helped them

street. Christopher was picking up the pages of his business proposal-the result of three sleepless nights-from the ground. As he looked up, he saw a young woman helping him gather

strangers that caught people off guard, breaking down their defenses when they least expected it. Christopher kept his head bowed, eyes rimmed red as tears splattered onto the pavement.

the ground, brushing off dirt and smudges as if handling precious artifacts. He passed them over like they were

the content, but she gave each page a

aftention than anyone else, save for himself. Despite suspecting it might be a mere pity, warmth bloomed in

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