Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 297

Everyone got into the car. Ray glanced at Eric standing to the side and walked over to him slowly. "Have all your injuries healed?" It had been a long time since Eric had heard that raspy, moky voice Eric, with his hands in his pockets, gave Ray a quick glance, "Yeah, how about you?"

"Tough as ever... Ray said and laughed, pulling out two bags of candy from his jacket pocket and tossing them to Eric "I got these on a mission in Dawnshire recently, as I promised you"

It was the candy Eric'd tasted before, with wrappers featuring foreign language packaging. Eric stared at the two large, crumpled candy bags shoved into his hands, momentarily lost in thought. One of the bags was labeled "sugar-free." Eating them shouldn't cause a toothache.

Noticing Eric's daze and lack of excitement, Ray felt a bit embarrassed. "What? Not enough? I wanted to get you more, but too much would be hard to carry. Next time, next time I'll get you more."

Eric looked up at the bearded man in front of him. A mix of complex emotions flickered in his eyes, which were like obsidian. "Than... thank you, Ray."

"Hey, it's been over a month and now you're acting all formal with me? It's nothing! We're partners." Ray said as he wrapped an arm around Eric's shoulder, wanting to give him a hearty slap but held back a bit, realizing he was too young. Ray said, "Let's go, hop in."

Three cars rolled up to the airport. Ophelia was curious about who they were picking up, and as soon as they reached the airport exit, she saw a tall man with long legs waiting.

He wore light casual pants and a blue and white checkered short-sleeved shirt, with sunglasses on, looking like he was ready for a vacation.

He was holding a silver-gray suitcase in one hand, with a larger, square metal case about knee-height at his feet.

Just by looking at his sunglasses and outfit, it was clear he was Ronin.

When he saw them, Ronin took off his sunglasses, revealing his short brown curls and amber eyes, smiling and greeting them warmly, "Hey, we meet again."

Ophelia curled her lips into a polite smile at him. That smile made Ronin feel a bit guilty.

After all, right after she had asked him for the pathology report, he went and told Kenneth about it. Maybe it was a kind of

low move.

wasn't too concerned. Considering Ronin and Kenneth's close relationship, she had already

was planning a solo trip to Jenton. Fortunately, the outcome was positive, and they were going together. "Is he coming with us?"

"Yes." Kenneth nodded.

to accompany them to provide a scientific analysis of

in the trunk, he

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from the airport exit towards the highway. They should reach the town near Jenton by nightfall, stay overnight, and head

She converted the slum

develop the slums before winter and make arrangements for the people there. Kenneth gave a little cough, as if reminding Ophelia beside him. She hadn't acknowledged him for

at the computer screen, he sighed softly and glanced idly to his right at the man in the

memory coming along?" Kenneth

Ophelia lifted her gaze from the screen and looked up,

him earlier but was now looking up out of curiosity about

and we're still in the observation phase/But he can't sit still; he's already busy with his previous duties and

what happened over the past few years. Well, those years were spent in a daze anyway, nothing much worth

Ronin's words, Ophelia felt a jolt in her heart. She thought, 'Does this

thing. Especially after learning Chloe's real identity, there was no way she

to forget a relationship, but the one liked Chloe who remembered everything suffered the most. She felt sorry for Chloe. At a Eurasian-style manor

Jonathan, dressed in a burgundy suit, glanced over casually. "Emma." He stood up, his eyes drifting lazily before suddenly locking

so he hadn't noticed her holding the little toddler until now. His gaze met that of the little toddler. "Hi Uncle Jonathan, I'm Wyatt Davidson," the little one

composure. "Emma, this, this, this you,

her brother a bland look, disdain practically pouring out of

"Ms. Emma Davidson, is that your