Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 79

Chapter 79

On Monday, Ophelia received a call from Harry. "Ma'am, the stocks you recommended have all dropped right at the opening today. This trend doesn't look good."

Ophelia lowered her voice. "If you think it's going to lose money you can sell them now. Don't blame me later.*

Harry felt embarrassed upon hearing this and laughed awkwardly, "How could I? You know the money I used to invest in stocks was borrowed. Putting in such a large sum made me feel oneasy."

"Investing in stocks, you gain or you lose. But I have a feeling that the stocks you hold will see a significant rise before Friday. If you don't believe me, feel free to sell anytime."

"Of course, I believe you." Harry thought to himself, 'If I had listened to her earlier, I would have made a fortune by now. Since she is so confident, I'll wait and see. Every time those stocks dropped before, they suddenly surged. When they go up this time, I'll sell.' Ophelia hung up the phone, took out the SIM card, broke it in half, and threw it in the trash can.

Wyatt needed to go to the hospital for a check-up today, and since Ophelia had some free time, she went with Chloe.

Because Wyatt had not registered as a citizen, they could only go to expensive private hospitals.

While waiting in the lounge area, Wyatt sat there quietly like he always did. Perhaps he didn't understand why he always came to the hospital so frequently.

"Are you hungry? Should I buy you something to eat?" Ophelia asked.

Wyatt nodded but remained silent.

"What do you want to eat?" Ophelia's tone was gentle, and if Kenneth heard her, he would surely be jealous. "Mommy, what are you eating?" Wyatt sat on the sofa in the lounge, looking up and tugging at Chloe's arm. "I'm not eating," Chloe replied.

Looking at the sensible Wyatt, Ophelia reached out and touched his head. "Then I'll see fit."

a smile

street to buy some food. When she returned, she saw

leaned on a crutch as he got out of the car. Under his coat he wore a high-neck gray sweater and black trousers, but one pant leg was empty. His bodyguard immediately took a wheelchair from the trunk and set it up. The man sat in the wheelchair, his brow furrowed, exuding an irritable demeanor. His profile bore a resemblance to

thought, 'Is that Patrick? Did he come

with Kenneth?' She followed behind, carrying breakfast. Just as

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of Mark pressing the button for the eighth floor through the mirror. She pulled her gaze

Wyatt for his examination, Ophelia noticed that the Rolls-Royce had not left yet. Instead, several

out her phone to check the time again. Mark was supposed to be Shinova with Kenneth. She wasn't

the hospital, too? What happened to him?' Ophelia felt anxious, countless thoughts racing through her mind. When she reached the first-floor lobby, Ophelia paused in

at her,

that whenever it came to anything related to Kenneth, she could

ask any more questions and left

was designated for VIP wards, which were off-limits to

might cause trouble for him.' Ophelia shifted her gaze and

and his complexion was an unhealthy shade of pale. Standing beside the bed were several high-ranking members of Sinclair Group, along with Patrick, who sat in a wheelchair, looking

Someone

be without a

the high-ranking officials. So, will you admit it yourselves, or should we wait for Mr. Sinclair to wake up and personally

dismissively, 'Can the

across the faces of these older men, wondering, 'Do they really want to pull Mr. Sinclair down from the CEO? They usually act righteous,

lips, thinking, 'You went through all this just to