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.

her gaze was occasionally pulled away by the person on the

and energetic in his

the second-floor cabin, but the surveillance around there had

called. "Mr. Sinclair, the yacht isn't heading towards the shore, but is moving in the opposite direction. Could there be some forces at work?

silence, he simply said two words, "No need." His voice

in the study looked at him in surprise, unable to figure out what he

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

pull such a move Outwardly, he seemed like a grandfather grieving

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serious illness, but in

hands. Kenneth's eyes didn't reveal much emotion, but everyone in the room

to mess

again. Kenneth stared at the unfamiliar number on the phone and turned the screen towards Chloe. Chloe immediately

his car. Before the caller could

"You old bastard, all you want is the Sinclair Group, right? You think anyone cares? Release my person, and

same Kenneth who once imprisoned me at Sinclair Manor, acting like a king?" Ronan's old yet strong

woman

the chatter." Kenneth's sharp gaze turned

as she watched the search signal on the computer spinning and scanning continuously, yet there was „ó response. Ronan's voice came through the phone again.

were prominent, extending down to his forearm under the sleeve, his gaze

long enough anyway, I'm just sorry that

you and Noel both have a good eye for women, it's just a

short!

to think. By morning, I 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

displayed the search icon, her hands clenched tightly as if she was making

quickly. She whispered two words to Kenneth, "Delay him." Kenneth lowered his eyes and let out a