Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 62

Jilted Bride 63

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Tracy slipped to the side, cautiously pulling out her phone. But just as she opened the camera app, her hand suddenly felt

empty.

Ophelia had snatched the phone away in one swift move, She kiew Emily all too well.

Seeing her plan thwarted, Emily immediately jumped to her fee "Ophelia, what's your problem?" she demanded. "I've never done anything to you. Why are you always getting in my way?" Ophelia let out a cold laugh. "Never done anything? You sound so innocent."

Emily sighed, "Why don't you just name your price?" Her eyes unconsciously darted to the phone on the couch, its screen facing down.

"Seven million dollars." Ophelia stated flady.

"Are you out of your mind?" Emily's face contorted with anger.

First, Emily had to compensate seven million dollars for a single dress, and now Ophelia wanted another seven million dollars. She couldn't help but think Ophelia must be obsessed with money "I'm not finished," Ophelia continued. "Besides the seven million dollars, you'll need to clear things up online."

'Clear things up? Emily thought bitterly. "Wouldn't that be like slapping myself in the face?' People might even accuse her of staging the whole thing.

"That's imposs-" Emily said, but the word died in her throat as she met Ophelia's piercing gaze.

Ophelia's voice turned icy. "You have five seconds to decide. Five, four..."

Each number hit Emily like a hammer blow as Ophelia counted down to "one"

Emily gritted her teeth. "Fine, I'll clarify. I'll do it. But... But seven million dollars is too much."

"Then there's nothing left to discuss," Ophelia said, turning to leave.

Before her hand could touch the doorknob, Emily blocked her path. "Okay, I'll pay. Just...give me some time."

any position to negotiate with me" Ophelia smirked. Her piercing

Ophelia grabbed Tracy's phone. She quickly typed out a message, uploaded an audio file, and added a

up-1 let Ms. Campbell know in advance that this scene required real slaps. The mark

of Emily's face. I've given you plenty of face. Now post

clenched her fists, reluctantly hitting the send

do anything else. Sharon's PR team

reacting. One commented: [What the hell? Is this another publicity

user mocked. (Emily's life is just one big performance.

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right now. Can't believe she'd pull this stunt for attention and then try to clear it up. We've

kept pouring in, one

tonight, Ophelia

Tracy. Emily's troubled expression instantly vanished, replaced by a

Tracy asked, confusion evident in

up her phone from the couch, revealing the still-active recording screen. She could have easily used the photos of the old man at Rosewood Manor to bargain with Ophelia, but she decided

she think I'm stupid?" Emily mused. "Ophelia, do you even know how many years you could get for blackmail? Enjoy your time

pad, all while casting

Sharon might view her direct request for seven million dollars as a bit excessive. "This is a personal matter

on money. Her goal was to gradually deplete the Hastings

one more kiss from Kenneth earlier. Her rebirth in this life had altered many things. Surprisingly, Emily had become the lead in this show, a far cry from the original story. It was

his boxed lunch while reviewing the morning's footage. Of all the scenes, Sharon's first take stood out

focused on Emily, William furrowed his brow. He took a sip of water, holding his boxed lunch in one hand and the

voice behind him said, echoing

following

on the girl bebind him. He narrowed his gaze, taking in her rebellious brow and cool, detached manner. This girl was the spitting image of Gwen as he'd imagined her. Her looks alone could easily outshine half the starlets in

Though not yet forty, his hair had already

an excellent

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