Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 189

Chapter 189

The next day, in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, Ophelia wore a fine black nightgown with white stripes at the collar and cuts. She munched on a buttery croissant while turning on the TV. All the major domestic media outlets were racing to report this year's Heloria Trade Summit entrance list.

The Heloria Trade Summit, which had often been overlooked in previous years, was attracting major attention due to the attendance of many prominent figures this year.

In no time, the words Heloria Trade Summit dominated the headlines of major media outlets.

The LCD TV kept showing news about Kenneth. It said, "Kenneth Sinclair, executive CEO of the Sinclair Group. Under his leadership, Heloria's economy had grown rapidly over the past two years." Ophelia thought. Not just that. She sat back at the open kitchen bar counter, heating a cup of milk for herself.

Kenneth came out of the room wearing matching gray pajamas and walked behind Ophelia. He asked, "Are you upset!" Ophelia completely ignored him.

Kenneth let out a soft laugh. His voice was deep and pleasing. He said, Tm sorry. Don't be upset. I'll try to be gentle next

time

Ophelia thought. Next time? Try? Forget about it. She kept silent.

Kenneth said. "You know I have no resistance in front of you. His tone was highly pitiful, so much so that it reminded Ophelia of a puppy dog.

Ophelia asked. "Are you blaming me? She took a deep breath. The night before, she had drunk a little without feeling it, but waking up, she found it overwhelming. She even had bruises on her waist. Even so, she still didn't achieve her goal. She thought, 'He is such a lousy guy!

Kennethsaid. "It's not your fault, it's mine. It's all my fault. Does it still hurt? I've already asked someone to bring over some medicine.

Before long, Mark came over with a bag of medicine. He asked, Mr. Sinclair, are you alright?"

His face was incredibly serious, eyes examining Kenneth, who opened the door, like an X-ray. He said, "Mr. Sinclair, what happened? Why did you ask me to buy medicine for bruises and sprains?"

He thought, 'Could it be that Mr. Sinclair failed to propose and got punched? There's no bruising on his face, so it must be internal injuries.

medicine from Mark and slammed the

help you apply the medicine. I promise I won't do anything else. Kenneth,

the afternoon, they received an invitation to arrive early at the venue for

top figure in business, Kenneth needed to meet with the president of Heloria and

TV. She felt distan from him through the

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person today.

was quite nervous. But on the surface, she appeared as calm as if she

the Perlin Marriott Estate, which often hosted international visitors. Its

wore a moonlight-colored Hepburn gown. The skirt was silver with subtle patterns, the upper part was black, and a line of

a matching vest, and a dark

guided to the drawing room on the second

interior of the estate exuded luxury, with a kind of foreign country house style. Two rows of bodyguards stood at

butler stopped at the door and reported, "Mr. West, Mr.

bodyguard was positioned every few

group, Victor, glanced at Kenneth and Ophelia before looking away after a few seconds. He

were strangers, not even bothering

the same; his gaze never rested on

their appearances, nothing resembled a

waiting for you. His tone was free of blame and instead sounded

TV-somewhere in his forties, not yet fifty-with no signs of middle-age

was lean and upright, and although his thick hair was completely gray, the wrinkles on his face were hardly noticeable at

like that of Noah, exuding a commanding presence without needing to show

gaze was more focused on the woman beside Xander. It was astonishing to see that Elena, who seldom appeared in the media,

one side. She wore a dark red velvet gown, exuding cool elegance.