Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 155

Chapter 155

In the quiet room. Ronan's gaze landed on Phoebe.

Phoebe pulled her legs back a bit. "I, I can't let you hurt Kenny! The Davidson family definitely won't help you either?

"That's not up to you." Ronan's eyes skimmed past her and returned to Ophelia, as he subtly signaled the bodyguards.

The bodyguards caught on quickly and led Ophelia out of the room, leaving Phoebe behind.

Ophelia felt weak all over, as if leeches were sucking at her nerves, and her legs felt like they were walking on cotton. Maybe it was because she had been drugged.

She looked around; it seemed like an old mansion with redwood decor everywhere.

Looking up, a group of bodyguards in black and armed mercenaries were stationed in the lobby and at the entrance, ensuring tight security.

Suddenly, she froze as she heard the sound of waves with her sharp hearing.

The sound was faint, yet remarkably clear in the stillness of the night. The waves seemed to be all around.

She thought, Can it be... I'm on an island?"

That's why Ronan was confident Kenneth wouldn't find her. Her scalp tingled involuntarily; she wanted to break free, but

he was too weak to do so.

Rosewood Manor, Chloe was sitting at the computer, skillfully using Noah's advanced privileges. Knowing that Ophelia was on the yacht, she immediately hacked into the yacht's surveillance system.

The computer screen cast shifting colors on her exquisite, outstanding face. Her aloof, proud eyes were intensely fixed on the computer screen.

on the couch. It felt

Wyatt was surprisingly lively and energetic in his

last call from Elia's phone was made from the second-floor cabin, but the surveillance around there had been messed with

Sinclair, the yacht isn't heading towards the shore, but is moving in the

of deadly seriousness. After a brief silence, he simply said two words, "No need." His voice was chilling,

people in the study looked at him in surprise, unable to

already left the yacht. Just after he hung up, another call came in. "Mr. Sinclair... it's

fox, to pull such

Nov 18

Chapter 155

by serious illness, but in reality he

hands. Kenneth's eyes didn't reveal much emotion, but

"That old man dares to mess with my girl.

at the unfamiliar number on the phone and turned the screen towards Chloe. Chloe

accept, slowly bringing the phone to his car. Before the caller could speak,

is the Sinclair Group, right? You think anyone cares?

Manor, acting like a king?" Ronan's old yet strong

he had bet correctly; this woman was more important than he had

the chatter." Kenneth's sharp gaze turned

response. Ronan's voice came through the phone again. "Besides that, I want four of your fingers. If you don't give them, I'll take them from your woman."

the back of his hand were prominent,

"What wouldn't I dare? Worst case, you'll kill me too. I've lived long enough anyway, I'm just sorry that my granddaughter-in-law

both have a good eye for women, it's just a pity... his lives

short!

want you to hold a press conference, hand over the company, and cut off four of your fingers publicly. Otherwise, I'll send her four fingers back to you. Don't try any tricks; you won't find out where I am Ronan was going to avenge his deceased grandson. Their conversation

stared at the computer screen, which still displayed the search icon, her hands clenched tightly as if

following moment, her fingers flew across the keyboard quickly. She whispered two words to Kenneth, "Delay him." Kenneth lowered his eyes and let out