Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Chapter 55

A discreet Maybach was parked at the mouth of an alley next to the hospital.

The tinted windows reflected Kenneth's stunningly handsome features. His deep-set eyes lowered slightly as he casually raised his wrist to check the time on his watch.

Ophelia yanked open the car door and quickly slid into the back seat.

"One minute and forty-three seconds late," Kenneth remarked coolly.

Ophelia caught her breath, mentally cursing Harry to hell and back. She gazed up at Kenneth, the picture of cool sophistication, her eyes wide and pleading like a wounded doe. This guy is truly an asshole,' she thought bitterly.

Kenneth's eyes flashed with a hint of smugness as he instructed the driver to start moving. He casually ruffled the girl's hair. "Remember, your weekends are mine," he said softly. 'Since when did we agree on that?' Ophelia thought, pouting slightly.

It seemed that spending weekends together had somehow become an unspoken rule between them. She secretly decided to give Kenneth a hard time about it next time. "So, you're one minute and forty-three seconds late. How do you plan to make it up to me?" Kenneth pressed on.

When Ophelia remained silent, Kenneth glanced meaningfully at the driver. Understanding the cue, the driver raised the partition between them.

Kenneth's voice was velvet-smooth as he leaned in close. "A deal's a deal, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. The pet name dripped with charm, and Ophelia felt her pulse quicken. His voice alone was a siren call she couldn't resist.

In the coffee shop, Harry fiddled with his shirt cuff. "So, what do you think of my offer?" he asked, exuding confidence. In Harry's mind, Ophelia had already admitted defeat, handing the decision over to Christopher. Her so-called "investment" would amount to a few hundred thousand dollars at most-pocket change that wouldn't make a dent in Christopher's shell of a company.

generous offer. He leaned in, his voice a mix of persuasion and

annual salary of 200 thousand dollars to work at Hastings Group. You'll still be doing what you love, minus all the risks. Win-win, right?" Harry's tone turned dismissive as he added, "Young and impulsive, my sister has no clue what it takes to invest in a

and she now owns 70 percent of the shares. She's my boss. If you want to discuss any acquisitions, you'll need to

narrowing as they unconsciously fixated on

to be kidding me,' Harry thought. 'Where on earth did Ophelia

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Christopher lost

Harry's disbelief, Christopher pulled out the agreement and flipped to the last page,

dismissive smirk and suddenly felt a stinging sensation on his checks. Christopher, who he had previously looked down on as a penniless nobody,

two million dollars, Mr.

dollars wouldn't even cover the

leave, Harry felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. Christopher, who'd been practically begging for investments just days ago, had the nerve to insult him

causing coffee to splash everywhere. This was

Harry followed

and handed it to Harry. "Take a look. Many companies have their eyes on these plots

and flipped through the documents in his hand. "If we're talking about the best location, it's definitely East Harbor. It's close to downtown and has excellent green space. But that plot

Owen nodded, clearly pleased with his son's

an indoor sports arena nearby, which is why this plot has been left undeveloped. The West End is booming now, and I've heard the government has plans for the area." "Exactly. That's why we're aiming for the West End

West End. Harry

companies greeted him warmly.

chimed in, "Owen is quite a lucky man. He's got such a fine son in you. Unlike my good-for-nothing

response to their praise. He considered himself the most successful among his peers born into wealth, confident that he would one day take over Hastings

a striking figure appeared in the doorway. She wore a black sheath dress, cinched at the waist, with a brown belt. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek, low ponytail. Every step