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

z but

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 for

her foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor, Ophelia plowed through the group of bodyguards in black, screeching to a

first time, Ophelia truly understood what it

in she yelled. If she hadn't been driving Kenneth's car, she'd be dead

of hair covering one of his eyes. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to push himself up

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

pant leg, and more was gushing from

into the car when the group of

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gun with both hands, but just as fast, countless

rolled up, its blinding headlights making it impossible for Ophelia

as a figure slowly walked toward Ophelia, backlit by the harsh

and we won't hurt you," the man said. His voice was rough, like someone who'd had

eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and she finally saw the man before her. He was a middle-aged man with a

her left hand

ring on Ophelia's ring finger. He then took a closer look at the gun

a bit stunned, unsure if he was being serious. She kept her gun raised, not daring to

men exchanged confused looks and wondered what was

let them leave, he commanded again. Only then did the

into the car, started the engine, and sped off without a second thought, as if afraid

bearded man's bodyguards turned to him, baffled. "Ray, have you taken a liking 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.

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

explained nervously. "I recognized the car. When I got closer, I saw the ring on her hand. It's yours. So, I let

Next time, let her feel

tone, suddenly full of self-doubt. He

sped down the empty

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

was lower the window, letting the