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.

down such a generous offer. He leaned in, his voice a

But I'm offering you an 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,

Miss Spencer has already invested seven million dollars in my company. We've signed a contract, and she now owns 70 percent of the shares. She's my boss.

leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as they

thought. 'Where on earth did Ophelia get that kind of

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agreement and

a deep shade of red. He recalled Ophelia's earlier dismissive smirk and suddenly felt a stinging sensation on his checks. Christopher, who he had previously looked

your two million dollars, Mr. Hastings," Christopher

the company's previous debts,'

Harry felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. Christopher, who'd been practically begging for

breathing quickened as he slammed his fist on the table, causing

Harry followed Owen into his office

desk and handed it to Harry. "Take a look. Many companies have their eyes

his glasses 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 will be in high demand-we can't

with his son's response.

now, and I've heard the government has plans for the area." "Exactly. That's why we're aiming for the West End Soccer Field. In the next couple of days, work with the appraiser on the bid. You'll handle the auction on Friday." Owen patted Harry's shoulder, showing complete

place at the Sunrise Hotel in the West End. Harry showed up with his secretary and the appraiser in tow. He had spent the last few days preparing

him warmly. "Harry! Look how you've grown,"

fine son in you. Unlike my

to their praise. He considered himself the most successful among his peers born into

group's chatter continued, 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 she took oozed purpose and quiet confidence. The moment she entered, all eyes in the room gravitated towards her. There was an unmistakable air of cool defiance