Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 209

Chapter 209

Saturday, at the Elysées Hotel, Ophelia was waiting at the hotel trance early

With a lollipop in her mouth, she

She lazily leancil against the driver's seat, with a long gift box on the passenger se looked up to see Eric on the street corner, happily sipping on a large smoothie. It was quite large.

Ray had one hand in his pocket, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He asked. "Happy now? Acting like a kid content with just a bucket of smoothies. Don't you chase after anything? Ene thought. Chase after? As long as I am being chased, why wish for it?'

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He replied, "And what's your goal? To smoke yourself to death? He glanced at Ray, his obsidian eyes as innocent and curious as a child's

Ray shouted, "You little beat! Are you cursing me?" He raised a hand to hit Eric, but Eric swiftly dodged it.

"Do you think I let you hit me for nothing?" Eric asked as he took a big sip of his smoothie. His cheeks bulged with cream. his handsome face radiating youthful charm.

"You still haven't said what you are chasing after, Eric said as he looked at Ray with curiosity.

Ray stubbed out his cigarette and was momentarily unsure about his life's goals. After thinking for a while, he finally said. "My goal is once I've earned enough money, I'll buy a big house by the beach and maybe get a dog." "And find a wife?" Eric suggested

Ray frowned and said, "Why would I want a wife? Isn't life complicated enough already? Besides, I'm used to being alone."

Eric replied, "Fine."

Ray said, "What's your attitude? Are you looking for a fight?"

At this time, a few unassuming cars started arriving at the hotel entrance. Many people got out of the car. Their occupants looked as if they were just there for a casual meal, each holding something in their hands. Ophelia immediately noticed the cars belonging to Natalie and Trent. She picked up the items from the front passenger seat and stepped out of the car.

Ophelia called, "Mr. Louis, please stop for a moment."

Trent paused his steps, causing Natalie to stop as well, both turning to look toward the voice.

this is the designer I mentioned; the evening gown I'm wearing was crafted

eyes assessed Ophelia, obviously evaluating her. He didn't need to guess how Ophelia found

asked in a quite blunt tone, if

it's not the best time to talk. Find me when you have a chance. I just happened to find an authentic piece by

long, red-patterned

the gift box. He was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Come inside with me. Whether you can make a good impression is up to you. I'm not the kind of person

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Ophelia smiled slightly and

masters, everything was communicated

Natalie was completely in the

was very cautious. And Ophelia had

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expensive painting worth millions. But bringing Ophelia inside made a

masterpiece to the former mayor and still claim it

way, if anything went wrong with the painting or any issues came up

and cunning, Ophelia couldn't think

was modest and quite simple, aligning with the

were eight tables in total, each seating eight

to present the gift. Occasionally, someone would mistake her

Harris. And she instantly spotted Ophelia standing there. The smile on her face vanished instantly

it's Ophelia. How can she be here? She's like a ghost that

over, his face emotionless. He remarked, "She has some

anger. She thought, What skills can she

to get even for what happened on the yach last time?" He lowered his voice, a friendly look on his face but with cunning glinting in his eyes. He added, "This isn't the business world. In business, she has the Carnegie

is no evidence. We could make it a little spat

have my revenge. That wretch made me lose so much face. She has to make her pay today. Now, there's no one to back her up. The thought of revenge brought an excited look to Cecilia's perfectly made-up face. She thought, 'She delivers herself

to the door!

gaze on her. She turned her head,

a distance, they radiated hostility, making Cecilia's heart tighten involuntarily. She swallowed a lump in

thought, "Why am I feeling guilty? It should be that