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 becmayor, his life could becdifficult. He cby

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. Cto my office next Monday, and we can discuss it further, Trent gave a series

of numbers and said, "Callwhen 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 cto a place like

this? What if you've got sdisease and spread it to us?"

Her voice was intentionally raised, drawing everyone's attention.

"What? Slums? Cecilia, who are you calling someone from the slums?" asked an anxious manager who knew

Cecilia.

"I'm talking about her. She comes from a place like the slums in the Gloomhaven. Didn't they say people from

there carry all sorts of viruses?" Cecilia said, pinching her nose as if she smelled something bad. Everyone

looked Ophelia up and down cautiously, preferring to believe the worst.

One said. "She is all dressed up, trying to look important; you wouldn't even know."

Another person said, "Yeah. You should leave before you ruin our meal."

Speople nearby also pinched their noses, and suddenly the whole banquet hall was filled with judgmental

stares directed at Ophelia. It was like they were looking at something dirty, full of disdain. Chapter 210

Cecilia said, "Aren't you leaving yet?" She felt srelief. She added, "Wait a second."

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She walked up to Ophelia. With a malicious glint in her eyes. She said, "Lethelp you disinfect first. With that,

Cecilia threw the glass of red wine at Ophelia.

Ophelia was ready and quickly moved out of the way. The wine areed through the air and splashed everywhere.

Cecilia said, "How dare you dodge?"

"If I don't dodge, am | supposed just to stand here and let you splash me?" Ophelia answered smoothly, with not

even a hair out of place.

At that moment, Harris said, "Cecilia, what are you doing? How can you be so rude to Ms. Carnegie? She's Mr.

Carnegie's goddaughter after all. Even if she's from a poor background, you shouldn't say such things." Harris

walked over, pretending he had just been attracted by the noise.

On the surface, it seemed like he was scolding Cecilia, but his words were clearly aimed at Ophelia. His

comments were dripping with sarcasm, affecting even the Carnegie family.

This was a crowd filled with political figures. As Trent had said, Ophelia couldn't coff as too aggressive or

make too many enenties, or she'd find it hard to progress.

Ophelia was about to leave when Harris stopped her. He said, "Ms. Carnegie, don't be in such a hurry. Cecilia,

apologize to Ms. Carnegie immediately."

Harris handed a glass of red wine to Cecilia, and they exchanged a glance.

Cecilia understood, holding the red wine, and stepped toward Ophelia.

Harris said, "Here's the deal, Ms. Carnegie. My daughter acted out of line. | apologize on her behalf. Letdrink

to make up for it," He picked up another glass of red wine and drank it all at once. With a smile on his face,

Harris seemed easy-going and friendly

Ophelia 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 glass.

"What do you mean by that? Are you refusing to show srespect to my father?" Cecilia shrieked.

Harris's face darkened immediately, and he slammed the empty wine glass onto the table with a loud thud.

Among the group, Harris held the highest position and had the potential to becthe next mayor of Dellanex.

Everyone else had to pay attention to his mood.

"Young lady, you're in the wrong here. You must not really care about Mr. Duncan," someone chimed in.

Dennis, who had previously intentionally made things difficult for Ophelia at work, joined in the taunting. He said,

"Here's a solution: Drink all the red wine on the table, and then we'll let it go."

There were at least two large bottles of red wine on the table. They really knew how to make things difficult for

someone. Cecilia looked smug, eager to see how Ophelia would handle this. She thought, 'Dad's tactics are

effective as always! Ophelia's calm smile gave off a mysterious vibe. She looked at Harris with a nonchalant

gaze, her words lingering unspoken on her lips.

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Suddenly, the grand lath doors swung open, and two rows of bodyguards dressed in black

poured in.

Everyone was taken aback. They instinctively stepped back to clear a path, their eyes all turning towards the

entrance.

Kentieth in black appeared, walking in slowly, like a majestic tiger at leisure. The sound of his leather shoes

hitting the floor resonated with each step, leaving a strong impression on everyone.

He carried an intimidating presence. His powerful aura made the already small banquet hall feel even more

constricting. His flawless face, perfect from every angle, gradually emerged under the lights.

His sharp features seemed like they were coated in ice, and his piercing eyes swept over everyone, making them

hold their breath.

Kenneth asked, "Who dares to give my woman a hard time? Have you thought about how many lives you have?"

The entire banquet hall fell eerily silent, so quiet one could heara pin drop.

It was Cecilia's first tseeing Kenneth. He was even more handsthan in the photos, making her heart

race. uncontrollably and her breath quicken. She thought, "Is he looking at me?’

Kenneth's eyes were cold as they moved past the bothersCecilia and landed on Ophelia. He subtly signaled

Ophelia with a slight beckon of his finger. He said, "Chere, I'll back you up." He added inside, 'Stand behind

me. | will protect you."

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