Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 283

Chapter 283

The location sent to her phone was in a Eurasian-style mansion outside the town. The area was sparsely populated and heavily guarded, with roses all around looking like a sea of vivid red blood.

As soon as Ophelia stepped into the area, she saw a familiar face-Fiona. She was Jonathan's subordinate. She had encountered her before and even had a showdown.

Before coming, she made sure to bring along the special potion Ronin had developed for her, just in case.

Fiona looked at Ophelia and said, "Ms. Spencer, it's been a while. Please, this way."

Fiona's expression was polite, but she felt like she could crush her teeth. She definitely wouldn't forget the loss she suffered because of Ophelia, though there would be a good time for payback; she wasn't in a rush to act just yet. Ophelia followed behind Fiona, observing the surroundings. As soon as she walked in, she noticed Scott on the couch. His eyes were closed tight, and there was a scrape on his cheekbone.

"Scott!" Ophelia didn't even think; she lifted her foot to rush over when suddenly she felt something underfoot.

Several sharp sounds sliced through the air around her. From below the second-floor railing, several crossbows fired at once, a barrage of cold arrows shooting right at her.

Luckily, Ophelia reacted quickly enough to barely dodge, but an arrow still grazed her shoulder, leaving a bloody mark on her fair arm.

If she hadn't reacted quickly, those crossbow arrows could have easily taken her life.

Though this place wasn't exactly filled with traps, right now, as soon as she stepped closer to Scott, those arrows would shoot. That was truly wicked.

Fiona gave a cold sneer. "Ms. Spencer, you'd better not act recklessly." She cautioned.

Just as she finished speaking, Phoebe, wearing a simple long dress, gracefully walked down the spiral staircase in the center of the hall.

A charming smile adorned her face, the very picture of grace and elegance. "Elia, it's been a long time." Indeed, it had been a while.

of a kind.

from behind Ophelia,

respectful to Ms. Spencer." Phoebe

hold of her without resistance. Her gaze occasionally settled on the boy on the sofa. Scott was clearly unconscious. Ophelia said, "What did you do to Scott? You were after me all along. Well, I'm here now,

If I let him go, how would I keep control over you?" She said lightly, her voice taking on a teasing tone. Ophelia didn't bother arguing. "So what do I

full of malice as she glared at Ophelia, as if she wished she could tear her

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that much? She

that brave face you had a moment ago?" Phoebe walked over

up, gave it a slight push, and a few drops oozed from the needle tip. She pressed the

spoke each word slowly, her eyes fixed on the sleeping

worse than death-want to try If not, I'll let your dear brother try it out." The sharp needle pierced into

her hands tightly, her deep black eyes fixed firmly on the person in front of her. "I'll do

let anything else happen to him. After all, she was an orphan;

like a stolen gift. She had nothing left to fear. She

nearby. "Don't worry, Ms. Spencer. Two

by the pain. Her face

slowly spread through the

it wanted to leap out of her throat. Her blood vessels contracted and expanded, as heart-wrenching pain

bulging on her forehead, and sweat as big as beads trickled down her cheeks. Every joint in her body was aching. The pain went

was fragile, like a thin

the drug or because she had taken the medicine from Ronin

think after enduring two doses I'll let them go? In your dreams!" Phoebe squinted at the person in front

Fiona, suspecting that the two doses were anything else but the drug. Ophelia actually got through it this easily. Back then, she had