Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 102

Chapter 102

In the office, Kenneth rose from his wheelchair. His tall, lean frame exuded an intimidating presence as he took deliberate steps toward Emily.

"Mr. Sinclair..." Emily tightened her chin, her gaze lifting to meet his. Beneath her white fur coat, her cleavage peeked through.

Watching Kenneth inch closer, Emily couldn't contain her excitement. A man and a woman alone in a room-what he intended was obvious

"Mr. Sinclair, could you be a little gentler later?" Emily muttered, her face flushing red. She quickly lowered her head, her fone syrupy and contrived. "Sure," Kenneth replied.

The moment he agreed, Emily slid her coat halfway off her shoulder. Her manicured fingers, painted in a delicate pink. tentatively reached for Kenneth.

The next second, the cold barrel of a gun was pressed against Emily's forehead

"Do you think anyone who knows this secret is still alive?" Kenneth's voice was calm as if the gun in his hand were a casual

accessory.

Emily's hand recoiled in a flash. All color drained from her face as her eyes widened in terror.

"Mr. Sinclair, I-I wasn't trying to threaten you. I swear, I'm just.. I'm really desperate. I can pretend I never knew anything about this. Please, Mr. Sinclair, I'm begging you. Give me a chance. Emily pleaded. Her breath was quick, her mouth dry as she nervously swallowed. Trembling uncontrollably, she felt cold sweat drip down her back, and her face etched with fear

Emily must have lost her mind to bring up such a thing with Kenneth Looking at the gaping barrel aimed at her, she felt a chilling dread spread through her body,

Emily tried to step back, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor. She thought, 'Kenneth-what was I thinking. challenging someone like him? He wouldn't blink an eye before killing. He hadn't hesitated to cripple his own brother. Why would I think he'd spare me

Regret flooded Emily. If only she had never come here, never met Kenneth.

loaded into

her voice trembling. "I was

ine. I was wrong

with hope as she glanced toward the

at Kenneth and realized he had already lowered the gun. She breathed a

Ophelia asked, her voice light and cheerful. The tension in Kenneth's frame visibly eased the moment he saw Ophelia. The harsh edge to his features softened, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes. "Did you drive here yourself?" He took the bags from her

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I'd have made it in. What do you expect me to do? Scale all 88 floors with my bare hands? Ophelia

Kenneth replied, playfully smacking Ophelia on the backside, like a

as if Emily wasn't even in the room, their affectionate gestures so familiar they resembled

gun had been aimed at her head. She thought, 'How is

didn't dare utter a word. She was terrified the gun would be back in her face. Suddenly, a memory from the film set flashed

settled into Kenneth's chair, her eyes casually scanning the decor of his office. It was only then that she finally noticed the

against his desk. "Honey, did 1 come at a bad time? Am I interrupting something?" Kenneth chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Ophelia's mischievous expression "You are." He pulled the gun back

gun, her hand dwarfed

just like now, avenging her enemies for her. But this time, she felt the warmth of his hand, his body

streamed down her face as she groveled. "Ophelia, please. I was wrong. Beg

at Emily. She wanted to run, but

A silenced gunshot rang

close she could feel the heat of it graze her skin. Her breath hitched. Her eyes

remarked, handing the gun back to Kenneth. Her clear and

little fox a bit more cunning than

"Mark, Kenneth called out.

instant, Mark appeared from

her out

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