Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 59

Chapter 59

"Elia," Eric said gently, "your shoulders aren't that broad. Don't try to carry the weight of the world. There are too many people in the slums for you to help everyone."

Ophelia could help one or two people find jobs, but not all of them. Her mind raced through the grim scenarios she'd

witnessed sick people withering away because they couldn't afford medical care, newborns succumbing to the bitter cold, and angry young men whose only problem-solving tool was their fists.

The slums were home to hundreds. It was impossible for her to take care of everyone. She wasn't a savior. She couldn't help them all.

Felix fell silent for a moment, unable to meet Ophelia's gaze. He could only ask his lackeys to go door-to-door, returning the

money.

Ophelia left what cash she had with the old woman and the girl. As she left the slums, she had already pushed Harry's words to the back of her mind.

Anyway, Ophelia had no intention of letting the Hastings family off in this life.

Meanwhile, at the top floor of Hastings Group, Harry had just walked in with his secretary and appraiser when he saw Owen beaming at them.

Owen strode forward, clapping Harry on the shoulder. "Well done, Harry. You've done an excellent job this time."

The auction had barely ended when Owen received numerous congratulatory calls about securing the West End Soccer Field property. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His eldest son had stepped up to the plate and hit a home run on his first solo project. It seemed he could entrust the company to Harry in the future.

However, noticing Harry's uneasy expression, Owen glanced at the secretary and appraiser. All three wore grim faces.

His hand slipped from Harry's shoulder as a sense of foreboding crept in. "What was the final bid?" Owen asked, the earlier celebratory phone calls now taking on a sinister tone. Something had clearly gone wrong.

Gone was the doting father. "Speak," Owen demanded, his voice sharp as steel.

Harry swallowed hard. "80 million dollars..."

Owen doubted his

Blood rushed to Owen's head, his vision swimming as

gasps, growled, "How the hell did you

beyond words. It was not like they had forced Harry to keep raising the bid. They'd had enough of Hastings Group's constant bullying, and now

who got into a bidding war. He kept raising the bid out of spite. We tried to stop him,

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Harry had acted on impulse, so they couldn't be blamed. If they had protested too loudly, everyone around them would

clutched his chest, glaring at

"This... This is all because of Ophelia. She snuck into the auction someho kept outbidding me. That's why I..." He trailed off, unable to finish

more than to slap him right then and there, but he had to maintain some semblance of respect in front of his subordinates. If they'd been at home, he would have smacked him without hesitation. "Hold up,"

"O-Ophelia," Harry mumbled.

should have just let her have it. It's

there, thoroughly dressed down and stripped of any remaining dignity. He didn't dare open

asking price, neither of them tried to stop me." Harry tried to shift the blame, and his usually

that if Hastings Group were to fall into Harry's

You said, and I quote, 'I'm the manager, so you have to listen to me,'

Mr. Owen, but I can no longer fulfill my role as an appraiser for Hastings Group. I'll send my resignation letter to

Harry, you'll be receiving my resignation letter as well," the secretary

office, not even giving Owen a

know they messed up. Too ashamed to stay

he racked his brain for a solution. The phone on his desk kept

for a piece of land in the West End?'

Find out which company she

me to beg

his tone a mix of accusation and bargaining, "You choose - a seven-million-dollar loss or a 27-million-dollar loss. I'm not even asking you to contact her directly,