Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 108

Chapter 108

In the night, Ophelia arrived at Avalon Port Dock. It was Dellands largest shipping dock, which was filled with containers and transport trucks. Though there weren't many cargo ships docked this season, finding someone here was task Ophelia had called Eric several more times, but his phone was dill off.

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Chloe had sent Ophelia the surveillance footage. According to the timestamp, Eric had been here early this morning I might have already left by now.

Ophelia wasn't driving fast. She carefully matched the locations in the footage with the scenes in front of her.

Up ahead was the checkpoint. Two security guards stopped Ophelia. "Sorry, Miss, you can't drive any further. This is the unloading area, and you can't enter without a work permit."

"Oh" Ophelia nodded, glancing ahead one more time. She felt the place in the surveillance footage was just beyond. What was Eric doing here she thought

Just then, the lights on the dock suddenly flared up. A cargo ship was slowly docking and six or seven luxury cars sped past Ophelia raring through the checkpoint and stopping in the open space in front of the containers. Ophelia lingered a few more minutes, pretending it was difficult to turn around while keeping an eye on the situation ahead

After the cars parked, about twenty or thirty bodyguards dressed in black stepped out, making quite the scene.

Initially, Ophelia was just curious, but then she looked upward and saw a lean figure standing atop a container.

The young man, dressed in black, had his long hair tied up, blowing in the seaside breeze. In one swift move, he leaped down

Suddenly, the sounds of fighting erupted

Gunshots echoed across the open dock, sharp and unmistakable in the empty space.

The two guards who had stopped Ophelia quickly ducked for cover.

"Damn it!" Ophelia cursed, tossing her phone aside as she floored the gas pedal, crashing through the barrier.

out as

pedal to the floor, Ophelia plowed through the group of bodyguards in black, screeching to

car, and for the first time, Ophelia truly understood what it meant

the same time, Ophelia quickly rolled down the passenger window. "Get in she yelled. If she hadn't been driving

mouth with the back of his hand, trying to push himself

closing in fast. Ophelia lowered the sun visor, pulling out a gun tucked inside. She unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped over to the passenger

blood was streaming down Eric's pant leg,

to drag Eric into the car when the group of bodyguards surrounded

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Chapter 108

just

up, its blinding headlights making it impossible for

toward Ophelia, backlit by the harsh light. All she could

him over, and we won't hurt you," the man said. His voice was rough, like

light, and she finally saw the man before her. He was a middle-aged man with a thick beard, around forty years old. His sharp, hawk-like

gripping the gun in her left hand as her right

moment, the bearded man paused as his gaze landed on the ring on Ophelia's ring finger. He then took a closer look at the gun she was holding

she thought. She was a bit stunned, unsure if he was being serious. She kept her gun raised, not daring to lower it just

the man ordered coldly. His men exchanged confused looks

he commanded again.

to the driver's side, jumped into the car, started the engine, and sped off without

guy she took just injured a bunch of our men And just like that, they let her go! "Shut up." Ray snapped, pulling out his phone. His expression softened slightly, but a hint of menace remained. "Mr. Sinclair, we've got a situation here. The cargo's fine. A few of our guys got hurt, but the one who attacked was

of the line, Kenneth frowned slightly. A second later, his low, icy voice cut through. "Was

"I recognized the car. When I got closer, I saw the ring on her

time, let her feel a little more accomplished," Kenneth

call ended abruptly, leaving Ray listening to the dial tone, suddenly full of self-doubt. He thought, "What did I just

SUV sped down the empty

over at Eric in the passenger seat. His face was pale, his lips drained of any color, and his hand, soaked in blood, was pressed tightly against his

could do was lower the window, letting the cold. wind rush