Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 210

Chapter 210

Ophelia was talking with Trent. Trent was in a good mood, so he chatted with Ophelia a bit more. He said, "It's best for young people not to be too impulsive. You never know when you might upset someone without realizing it" Ophelia replied. Thanks for the advice, Mr. Louis.

Trent nodded at her reply. He thought. Talking with intelligent people saves a lot of energy

Earlier, Cecilia asked Trent for a favor. But Trent was a high-ranking official; he couldn't lower his own value to help with such trivial matters. So he refused.

Yet that very evening, after he refused, the documents that required Harris's approval were returned. It was an obvious hint.

Trent was not worried at the moment, but if Harris became mayor, his life could become difficult. He came by today to see if he could swing the mayor's seat.

In politics, everything was connected. One false move and one could lose it all.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Come to my office next Monday, and we can discuss it further, Trent gave a series of numbers and said, "Call me when you arrive." "Okay." Ophelia nodded.

Besides the matters of the company's two properties, she was more interested in learning about the redevelopment of the shims, but this wasn't the right place to discuss it.

She was not trading a painting for a favor. Never made a losing deal; that was what Kenneth Sinclair taught her. Ophelia didn't like this kind of event and hadn't planned to stay long. Just as she was about to leave, she accidentally bumped into Cecilia, who was holding a wine glass.

Ophelia's eyes fell on the half-full glass of red wine. She thought, Is she going to get revenge on me?

Cecilia said, "You are standing here all night like a waiter. You must be tiring." She swirled the wine in her glass, giving Ophelia a challenging look from the corner of her eye.

Ophelia replied, "None of your damn business. She kept a calm expression, not bothered to respond to Cecilia.

Cecilia said, "Of course it's my business. Someone like you from the slums, how dare you come to a place like this? What if you've got some disease and spread it to us?"

was intentionally raised, drawing everyone's

you calling someone from the slums?" asked an anxious manager who

sorts of viruses?" Cecilia said, pinching her nose as if she smelled something bad. Everyone looked Ophelia up and down cautiously, preferring

trying to look important; you

person said, "Yeah. You should leave before

banquet hall was filled with judgmental stares directed at Ophelia. It was like they were looking at something dirty, full

leaving yet?" She felt some

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me help you disinfect first. With that, Cecilia threw the

way.

said, "How dare you

just to stand here and let you splash me?" Ophelia answered smoothly, with not even a hair

Carnegie? She's Mr. Carnegie's goddaughter after all. Even if she's from a poor background, you shouldn't

his words were clearly aimed at Ophelia. His comments were dripping with sarcasm, affecting

couldn't come off as too aggressive

her. He said, "Ms. Carnegie,

handed a glass of red wine to Cecilia,

the red

daughter acted out of line. I apologize on her behalf. Let me drink to make up for it," He picked up another glass of red wine and drank it all at once. With a smile on his

lowered her eyes, looking at the glass of red wine Cecilia offered her. She was caught in a dilemma. It was clear they wanted to corner her. If she drank one glass, there would be more to come. If she didn't Before Ophelia could decide, Cecilia shook her hand as if she accidentally lost her hold, letting the glass fall onto the carpet, the purple-red liquid gushing out from the

you refusing to show some

the empty

position and had the potential to become the next mayor of Dellanex. Everyone else had to pay attention to

the wrong here. You must not really care about

for Ophelia at work, joined in the taunting. He said, "Here's

Ophelia would handle this. She thought, 'Dad's tactics are effective as