Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

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?"

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."

Some people 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 some relief. She added, "Wait a second."

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She walked up to Ophelia. With a malicious glint in her eyes. She said, "Let me help 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 I 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 come off 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. 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 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 some respect 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 become the 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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Chapter 210

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 time seeing Kenneth. He was even more handsome than 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 bothersome Cecilia and landed on Ophelia. He subtly signaled Ophelia with a slight beckon of his finger. He said, "Come here, I'll back you up." He added inside, 'Stand behind me. I will protect you."

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