Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 125

Chapter 125

"Mr. Sinclair... I'm the one who's supposed to marry into Rosewood Manor... I'm meant to be your wife... Mr. Sinclair..." Emily cried as she moved forward. She thought, "There was a mistake. The role of Mrs. Sinclair should have been mine.

Everyone who heard it just found it laughable.

Liam lifted his chin, and immediately, some well-trained bodyguards approached. They unceremoniously and swiftly dragged Emily out of the banquet hall. "Mr. Sinclair..." Emily yelled.

The bodyguards threw her onto the road behind the hotel. Emily tried to rush back in, but a van blocked her way. "You're Emily Hastings, right?"

"Who are you..." Before Emily could respond, someone placed a sack over her head, knocked her out, and dumped her into the van.

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The banquet hall returned to calm with the eerie silence.

Everyone kept their eyes down and maintained a meditative focus. They are unable to help but glance at Kenneth. His presence was so powerful that being in the room with him made the entire banquet hall feel much smaller.

Marcus, who had been stirring trouble earlier, was now hiding behind Michael like a timid rat, trying to make himself invisible.

He thought, 'I could never have imagined that that girl was actually Mrs. Sinclair! What kind of amazing luck did the Carnegie family come across?'

Rex swallowed nervously, blinking his striking eyes. He imagined, 'My brother-in-law was actually Kenneth? In all of Heloria, only he could be a match for my sister!

"Humph! Marcus, do you dare to repeat what you just said?" Rex tilted his head back, his tone challenging.

Marcus clenched his teeth but didn't dare to show any rebellion in front of Kenneth. He kept moving backward to hide behind Michael, seeking shelter.

Rex, never one to pass up a spectacle, rushed over to Kenneth and complained, "Kenneth,

Kenneth slightly turned his head and lifted his eyelids, his sharp eyes fixated on Marcus.

was him who was picking on my sister just now! He called her a slum dweller and said she was a scammer!"

Marcus felt a shiver go down his spine. Just one glance from Kenneth was enough to make his legs weak. He thought, 'What a powerful aura. How frightening!

He quickly forced a smile that was more like a grimace. "Wait, it's a misunderstanding... Sister Ophelia, I'm sorry. I was just talking nonsense earlier. I was wrong!"

Marcus quickly apologized to Ophelia. Seeing his timid appearance, Rex couldn't help but laugh out loud. After laughing, he realized, "Wait a minute, aren't you too old to be calling anyone 'sister'? Have some shame!" Michael, seeing the situation, propped himself up with his cane and stood up. "Marcus, come over here!"

When Michael spoke, Marcus didn't dare disobey. Nervously stepping forward, before he could make sense of the situation, Michael hit him hard with his cane.

"Ugh-" Marcus dropped to his knees with a thud, his face turning pale from the pain, his expression twisted. "Grandpa, why... why did you hit me?"

Michael glared at him, frustrated beyond belief. If he didn't deliver this blow and waited for Kenneth to make a move, his grandson's life would be in danger.

Their move was unexpected by everyone present. Kenneth, his expression indifferent, turned his gaze to Ophelia beside him. "Does this kind of apology work for you?"

Originally, Ophelia hadn't planned on pursuing the matter. Marcus's words, though unpleasant, served as a timely reminder.

"I accept the apology, but I want to make it clear to everyone that I have no blood relation to the Hastings family. They faked a paternity test to take me from the slums, just to marry me off for their gain."

She thought, 'It was better to clearly explain everything, whether they believed it or not. With Kenneth supporting me, these people won't say anything either!

Her reason for clarifying was to stop Heather from parading around as her biological mother after today.

Kenneth looked at Michael. Even though Ophelia had said her part, he wasn't going to let the Huxley family off easily. They'd need to make some concessions. "I remember, doesn't the Huxley Group have a fashion design company?" As soon as he spoke, Michael understood.

Despite his status, he had to maintain a smile in front of Kenneth. "Yes, even if Mr. Sinclair hadn't brought it up today, I had planned to give that company to Ophelia as a welcome gift."

Kenneth chuckled coldly. Michael really knows how to seize opportunities.

Since the conversation had reached this point, Henry Reyes, the head of the Reyes family, also gave his gift to Ophelia. With Kenneth around, the gift was exceptionally generous.

The Huxley family's clothing design company and the Reyes family's jewelry design company were both going public soon. Adding the Carnegie family shares and properties made the socialites present green with envy. However, what they are even more envious of is the man by Ophelia's side. The man who could steal their hearts with just one glance was actually Ophelia's husband. A winner in life is probably just like this. The ball began.

Theo approached the couple. "Ophelia, you and Kenneth can take the first dance." Ophelia looked up, seeking Kenneth's opinion. "Up to you," Kenneth said.

He removed his coat and handed it to his assistant, wearing a simple dark shirt and trousers that matched perfectly with Ophelia, who was like a black swan. Ophelia took off the coat draped over her shoulders.

As the soft music played, the two of them walked into the center of the dance floor, moving with graceful harmony.

Kenneth held her small waist, gazing down at her with intense eyes as if he wanted to draw her into his very soul.

Ophelia worried that he might step on her dress. She occasionally glanced down, and each time she looked back up, she met his fiery gaze. In his deep, brown eyes, there was only her reflection. It was something everyone else could only envy. "Kenneth, I have a question for you," she said. "Call me husband." Kenneth pulled her closer and her curves pressed tightly against him. Ophelia thought, "This guy had a wicked streak.

Ophelia intentionally tried to distance herself, but Kenneth mischievously let go, allowing her to spin twice. As her body leaned backward, he caught her by the waist, pulling her into his embrace.

The two of them were in an intimate pose, but in just a few seconds, they resumed their gentle and slow dancing. "What do you want to ask?" Kenneth murmured, his lips almost brushing her forehead, so close that they nearly touched her skin. Ophelia lifted her head, her long lashes fluttering, and her bright, expressive eyes stared at him without blinking. "If it hadn't been me sent by the Hastings family for the marriage back then, would you have still..."

She hadn't finished speaking when he gave her waist a firm squeeze.

"There won't be any 'what if," Kenneth replied, meeting her stubborn eyes. It seemed if he didn't give her a satisfying answer, she would immediately get upset.