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.

no easy

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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 Ophelia frantically searched

the gas pedal to the floor, Ophelia plowed through the

the first time, Ophelia truly understood what it meant to be in a

the same time, Ophelia quickly rolled down the passenger window. "Get in she yelled.

from his mouth with the back of his hand,

sun visor, pulling out a gun tucked inside. She

blood was streaming down Eric's pant leg, and

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

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gun with both hands, but just as fast, countless guns were

its blinding headlights making it

bodyguards parted, clearing a path as a figure slowly walked toward Ophelia, backlit by the harsh light. All she could make out were

was rough, like someone who'd had his throat cut during puberty and never fully recovered, carrying a

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

I don't?" Ophelia asked, gripping the gun in her left hand as her right slammed the car

gaze landed on the ring on Ophelia's ring finger. He then took a closer look at the gun she was holding and the

but confusion set in. The mafia is this easygoing? she thought. She was a bit stunned, unsure if he was being serious. She kept her gun raised,

men exchanged confused looks and wondered what

them leave, he commanded again.

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

to that woman? The 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 rescued. And the person who did the rescuing...well, it looked like

the other end of the line, Kenneth frowned slightly. A second later, his low, icy voice

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

feel a little more accomplished," Kenneth

leaving Ray listening to the dial tone, suddenly full of self-doubt.

sped

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

come All she could do was lower the window,