Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 87

Chapter 87

Theo unrolled the scroll, and an elderly man nearby adjusted his glasses. "It really is an original by Mr. Blake. This painting is practically priceless now. The Lewis family is really thoughtful A satisfied smile spread across Theo's face. "Thank you."

"As long as you like it, it's worth the effort," Miles responded politely.

Next up was the Hastings family. They were only getting this close because of Emily's connections. Otherwise, with their status, they'd never be after the Lewis family in line to present their gift.

Owen and Heather offered a set of gemstone chess pieces, elegantly packaged and clearly valuable.

Harry and Nathan, as the younger generation, gave an antique brooch and a string of gemstone bracelets.

Out of respect for the Lewis family, Theo glanced at them, showing a polite, if slightly strained, smile.

Just then, a petite figure entered the hall. She wore light-wash jeans, a khaki shirt, and a light gray coat. In stark contrast to the extravagant gowns surrounding her, she immediately caught everyone's attention.

Someone asked, "Who is she? Why is she dressed like that for a birthday party?"

Murmurs rippled through the room, and Owen, noticing the commotion, frowned deeply.

"Ophelia? Why is she here?" Nathan's mind went straight to his arm, which had only recently healed from a break.

The expressions on the faces of the Hastings family members turned complicated. Heather, full of concern, whispered, "I told you we shouldn't have released that statement. She's definitely here to cause a scene and embarrass us."

Owen cleared his throat. "It doesn't matter anymore. She's no longer part of our family. Whatever happens, it's got nothing to do with us."

His voice, deliberately moderate, was loud enough for the guests at the surrounding tables to hear.

No matter what Ophelia might do, if they have to throw her out, it

us.'

made her stand out even more. Her large, doe-like eyes held an air of indifference toward the world

bring this gift for you," Ophelia said, handing over a small, plain box. "He thought you'd like

curious about what was inside the box. Everyone watched as

with two showing slight cracks. Compared to the other lavish gifts, they seemed insignificant, almost

relaxed. She thought, 'She is meant to be

themselves, "She's actually presenting that as a

plain beads. Doesn't she know she's making a fool of

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anymore. She grabbed Ophelia's arm. "What are you

but not his hostility. "A bunch of worthless

"What are you two doing? Miss Spencer's gift has nothing to do with us." He cast a sharp glance at Heather

on the shoulder. "This is the best gift I've received tonight. Thank you, and thank

stunned silence fell over the room. All the guests thought, 'What did Mr. Carnegie say? Those

sit beside him at the head table, the Hastings family

darkened, his lips moving soundlessly. He had spoken too soon.

given an original painting by Dorian, and yet Mr. Carnegie is treating Ophelia's measly

just a few beads..." Emily started,

a bit inexperienced. Mr. Carnegie,

"These beads belonged to my mother. Years ago, during a trip at sea,

"Thank you

all these years, how do you know these are the same beads?" Emily's disbelief echoed the thoughts of the

one of the cracked beads. "Finlay broke this

a