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.

enough. No matter what Ophelia might do, if they have

us.'

attire, her striking features and natural confidence made her stand out even more. Her large, doe-like eyes held an air of indifference

you," Ophelia said, handing over a small, plain box. "He thought you'd

what was inside the box. Everyone watched as Theo accepted it, his curiosity

showing slight cracks. Compared

She thought, 'She is meant to be funny. A few

among themselves, "She's actually presenting that as a

Mr. Carnegie such plain beads. Doesn't she know she's

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Heather couldn't hold back anymore. She grabbed Ophelia's arm. "What

enough." Harry joined in, lowering his voice but not his hostility. "A bunch of worthless beads? Are you out of

Miss Spencer's gift has nothing to do with us." He cast a sharp glance at Heather and Harry. Reluctantly, they stepped back. Suddenly, a hearty laugh echoed from the

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

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

to sit beside him at the head table, the

too soon.

thought, 'Miles and I have given an original painting by Dorian, and yet Mr. Carnegie is treating Ophelia's measly beads

they're just a few beads..." Emily started, but Theo's stern gaze cut

is a bit inexperienced. Mr. Carnegie, do they

ago, during a

full of gratitude. "Thank you for this

that be? After all these years, how do you know these are the same beads?" Emily's disbelief echoed

up one of the cracked beads. "Finlay broke this when

a