Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 139

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Chapter 139

Ray's gaze landed on Bighost, and he spat out a few words, "Reckless fool."

Bighost was taken aback, thinking he misheard, his small eyes suddenly widened as Ray pulled out a gun and pointed it at

him.

"Ray, y-you..." Bighost's legs went weak, and he clung onto the metal net, his body trembling as he shrank back.

A thunderous bang reverberated through the air. The bullet hit Bighost's arm, his face turned ghostly pale, and he fell heavily back onto the ring, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"This is just a warning." Ray put away his gun and loudly warned everyone. "From now on, if anyone disrespects Mrs. Sinclair, your life will be on the line! However, you'll be kicked out of the guild! Those who just laid hands on Mrs. Sinclair, go receive your punishment." Now everyone understood that Ray was a trusted confidant of Kenneth, and Ophelia was no mere decoration, not just any woman; she was "Mrs. Sinclair".

They were all extremely relieved that they hadn't provoked like Bighost, or they would be the ones getting punished or shot right now.

Melanie's face became even grimmer, a burden weighing on his chest, and his hands clenched tightly.

Ray glanced at Eric, who was still calmly eating a lollipop, meeting his obsidian-like eyes. His stern expression softened. "Eric, how long are you going to keep pretending?"

Ray approached Eric, placing a hand on his shoulder, his voice deep and resonant. "Let me introduce you all; this here is BC, ranked second in the assassin world! Officially joining the guild today."

"BC?" Everyone's eyes were on Eric. Just as they snapped out of their shock, they were rendered speechless again.

this kid who looks like

alive had ever seen BC. Rather than being part of an organization like the guild, BC ranked second among assassins purely through his own abilities. His

wounded arm, staring

never dare judge someone by their

hand on his shoulder

hit you twice before? Is it really worth holding a grudge? Want to

point, Eric had sneakily taken Ray's gun from

gun was

serious. He glanced down at the gun, his

need to be returned. His sharp, eagle-like eyes met the

man.

from years of frowning. The other was easygoing, with the lazy

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gun back to him. He unwrapped a candy and

he casually strolled

out a subtle breath. It might be better to give him those two bullets; otherwise, it

the dining room of the villa. Kenneth took off his coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his forearm, revealing part of his well-defined muscles. His long,

below, his lips moving in a reserved

She was still wearing a turtleneck sweater, and a thin layer of

left by Kenneth. Ophelia pressed

intense. Kenneth, with a mischievous smile on his lips, moved around her

it earlier-when he said he would eat with her

well." Kenneth said with a slight smile, his