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.

Honey, this is the designer I mentioned; the evening gown I'm wearing

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

there something you need?" Trent asked in

talk. Find me when you have a chance. I just happened to find an authentic piece by Raphael, and I heard you've been wanting

the long, red-patterned

with me. Whether you can make a good

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glances. Ophelia smiled slightly and

masters, everything

was completely

And Ophelia

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accept such an expensive painting worth millions. But

masterpiece to the former

way, if anything went wrong with the painting or any issues came up later, he could shift the blame

and cunning, Ophelia couldn't think of any other words to describe

hall was modest and quite simple, aligning with the

in total, each seating eight people, all arranged by

to stand on the sidelines like a server, ready to present the gift. Occasionally, someone would mistake her for a

arm in arm with Harris. And she instantly spotted Ophelia standing there. The smile

she be here? She's like

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

"Why are you praising her?" She was about to explode with anger. She thought, What skills

here? Haven't you always wanted 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 family backing her, but

are consequences later, there is no evidence. We could make it a little spat between kids. How could it escalate into

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

to the door!

a gaze on her. She turned her head, and precisely met the eyes

piercing that even from a distance, they radiated hostility, making Cecilia's heart tighten involuntarily. She swallowed a lump in her throat for

thought, "Why am I feeling guilty? It should