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

"I was wrong, Mr. Sinclair.

ine. I was wrong

this moment, the office door swung open. Emily's eyes flickered with hope as she glanced toward the entrance, only

blank. She glanced back at Kenneth and realized he had already lowered the gun. She

crossed Emily's eyes. Then, she saw Ophelia casually linking arms with Kenneth and showing him something in her hand. "Darling, I got us two smoothies and a few pastries. Do you want to share!" Ophelia asked, her voice light and cheerful. The tension in Kenneth's frame visibly eased the moment he saw Ophelia. The

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at With your security, there's no way I'd have made it in. What do you

dare," Kenneth replied, playfully smacking Ophelia on the backside, like a parent scolding

room, their affectionate gestures so familiar they resembled a

than when the gun had been aimed

soft and tender as he spoke to Ophelia. She couldn't accept it. She screamed inwardly, Ophelia? How is she worthy of this? Yet. Emily didn't dare utter a word. She was terrified the gun would be back in her face. Suddenly,

Kenneth's chair, her eyes casually scanning the decor of his office. It was only

bad time? Am I interrupting something?" Kenneth chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Ophelia's mischievous expression "You are." He pulled the gun back out and handed it to her by the grip. "Want

Ophelia cagerly took the gun, her hand dwarfed by his as he wrapped his fingers over

warmth of his hand, his body pressed close behind her, Emily, who had been

streamed down her face as she

at Emily. She wanted to run, but her legs had already turned to

A silenced

it graze her skin. Her breath hitched. Her eyes rolled

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

this little fox a bit more cunning

"Mark, Kenneth called out.

instant, Mark appeared

her out Kenneth

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