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.

pulled away by the person on the couch. It felt as if a giant

and well-mannered Wyatt was surprisingly lively and energetic in his presence. It seemed

last call from Elia's phone was made from the second-floor cabin, but the

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

a brief silence, he simply said two words, "No need." His voice was chilling, sending shivers down one's

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

already left the yacht. Just after he hung up, another call came in.

Ronan, that crafty old fox, to pull such a

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of his grandson art stricken by serious illness, but in

reveal much emotion, but everyone in

mess with my girl. He's asking

hung up, his phone vibrated again. Kenneth stared at the unfamiliar number on the phone and

Before

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

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

bet correctly; this woman was

sharp gaze turned

and scanning continuously, yet there was „ó response. Ronan's voice came through

prominent, extending down to his forearm under

long enough anyway, I'm just sorry that my granddaughter-in-law would

you and Noel both have a good eye

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

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

Kenneth, "Delay him." Kenneth lowered his eyes and let out a slight breath.