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.

Phoebe, Ophelia wasn't surprised at all; the Davidson siblings were two of a kind.

that moment, two bodyguards approached from behind Ophelia, each grabbing one of her

Ms. Spencer." Phoebe

the sofa. Scott was clearly unconscious. Ophelia said, "What did you do to Scott? You were after me

really naive. Do you think I'm stupid? If I let him go, how would I keep control over you?" She said lightly,

you dead. You die, and I'll let him go." Phoebe's tone intensified, her eyes full of malice as she glared at Ophelia,

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me that much? She wants

feet? Where's that brave face you had a moment ago?" Phoebe walked

table was a thumb-thick syringe filled with liquid. Phoebe picked it up, gave it a slight push, and a few drops oozed from

froze instantly. She spoke each word slowly, her eyes fixed on

it yourself. Earlier, because of you, Kenneth injected me with two doses of that stuff. It's a fate worse than death-want to try If not, I'll let your dear brother try it out." The sharp needle pierced into Scott's neck, and even unconscious, the boy felt the pain

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

guilty towards Scott, and she couldn't let anything else happen to him. After all, she was an orphan;

like a stolen gift. She had nothing left to fear. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing

syringe nearby. "Don't worry, Ms. Spencer. Two doses of the drug

unfazed by the pain. Her face was blank, hands clenched into

The cold medicine slowly

as if it wanted to leap out of her throat. Her blood vessels contracted and expanded, as

from Ophelia's face, veins bulging on her forehead, and sweat as big as beads trickled down her cheeks. Every

him... go..." Ophelia's voice was fragile, like a thin silk thread, but it was

had taken the medicine from Ronin earlier, once the pain moved through her

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

were anything else but the drug. Ophelia actually got