Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 263

With those words, Kenneth pulled out his handgun. Bang!

The bullet hit Eric's arm, where he had been holding a gun. Thud!

The gun dropped from Eric's hand, his face turning as pale as a hect. He sneered, revealing a small fang on one side. "You're not worthy of Elia... A rich kid like you has no idea how much Ella has suffered..." Suddenly, memories of the first time Eric had met Elia rushed to his mind.

When he was a child, Eric had been beaten by his adoptive father and ran off to a small hill in Gloomhaven, where there was a church, and on the table, the pastor had left some desserts.

Hiding behind a tree, Eric saw a little girl with dirty hands reaching for the desserts.

She ate while praying.

The desserts were already spoiled, but she kept shoving them into her mouth.

Later, whenever Eric was beaten, he would run into her.

As they grew older, she taught Eric to write, and he taught her boxing.

She protected everyone around her, like the sun.

But last night, Eric had seen the light in Elia's eyes vanish for the first time.

Eric's gaze turned fierce, like a wild wolf, the corners of his lips cut from where he had bitten them. "Do you how much courage Elia had to gather... just to come to you... you're not worthy..." have any idea..

Kenneth's expression darkened so much it seemed like ink might drip from his face, with a faint streak of crimson spreading at the corners of his eyes.

He clenched his back teeth, his heart burning with fury.

"Throw him into the sea," Kenneth commanded.

Eric's smirk deepened. Several bodyguards immediately rushed forward and restrained him. Bright red blood dripped fre his arm onto the light blue fabric of his clothes, staining the gray carpet beneath him. Ray, sweating profusely from his forehead, spoke desperately. "Mr. Sinclair, Eric is still just a kid. He didn't mean to say those things. Mr. Sinclair..."

"Do you want to join him?" Kenneth's icy gaze turned to Ray, his voice colder than ever.

"Mr. Sinclair... Mrs. Sinclair will never forgive you for this..." Ray could only bring up Ophelia at this point.

Before he could finish, the bodyguards behind Ray grabbed him.

"Take him back to Death Guild," Kenneth said, walking past Ray without a second glance.

Eric looked at Ray, his expression almost as if he were saying goodbye.

Cold sweat trickled down Eric's forehead, dampening the stray hairs near his temples, revealing one sharp fang.

At the rent hotel. Ophelia was checking tigh

Keworth's private jet had already flown to Milagia,

Con the pleme

the would have to book her own flight back to Dellane

She couldn't get a flight for today, and the earliest available was on

Ophelia would have to stay here alone for the night.

Since Kenneth wasn't around, she decided to inspect the work at the hotel.

evening.

After leaving her room, she walked through a short park and crossed the lobby, where she overheard three waitresses whispering to each other.

"Is it true, Isla? Did you meet Mr. Sinclair? Is he really as handsome as in the news?" one slightly chubby woman asked.

She had been off yesterday and missed seeing him, which she felt was such a shame.

Kenneth was the head of Sinclair Group, the most powerful man in Heloria. Even the ruler of Heloria had to show him respect.

Since Kenneth took control of Sinclair Group, he had elevated Heloria's economy to new heights. Who wouldn't want to meet this legendary figure?

Isla Wilson nodded. "Of course. He's even more handsome in person than on TV. And... Mr. Sinclair is so much of a gentleman, so kind. He's nothing like the harsh and distant image they say he has on TV."

Isla spoke as if describing someone she admired, her voice tinged with the shyness unique to young girls. When she though of Kenneth, she lowered her head, blushing.

It was easy to see the admiration in her expression.

Another strikingly beautiful woman chuckled and teased. "Isla, don't tell me seeing Mr. Sinclair made your heart flutter? I heard Mr. Sinclair came here with Mrs. Sinclair for vacation. Mr. Sinclair is already married." The implication was clear.

"Hey, are you jealous? Jealous of Isla? She's the most beautiful one among us. Besides, a man like Mr. Sinclair is irresistible. There are countless women who would want to be with him. What's one more woman?" the chubby woman replied, rolling her eyes. "A businessman like him might have a wife at home, but he probably has plenty of admirers outside. Didn't they say that a gentle lady is a perfect match for a gentleman?

"A man like Mr. Sinclair, Kenneth, is definitely not lacking in attention from other women," the chubby woman continued confidently.

Isla blushed even more. "What are you talking about? It's not like that... But..."

She paused as if thinking of something. "But... I feel like Mr. Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair's relationship isn't exactly harmonious. He seems cold toward her, not gentle at all." Isla recounted everything she had seen and heard yesterday to the two women in front of her.

"Maybe Mrs. Sinclair just isn't that attractive. I heard that people from big families often prefer business marriages and stu Maybe there's no real affection between them." "Hey, that's normal. Men need novelty. After a while, they get bored. Besides, Mrs. Sinclair? Please... Mr. Sinclair never ever

announced his parlage. Se in a way, Mr. Sinclair is still single

The three women chatted eagerly, completely oblivious to the person walking up behind them,

Oplicia glanced at the work clock displayed in the hotel lobby

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be working hours right now. Ophelia's voice was calm and even.

The three women jumped, quickly straightened up, and moved to the side, lowering their heads slightly.

Ophelia had overheard everything, especially the comment. "Men need novelty. After a while, they get bored."

Although Ophelia had already guessed that Kenneth might be deliberately distancing himself from her for some reason, those words still stung.

After all, before her time travel, Ophelia had always pushed Kenneth away and had never truly accepted him. But in this life, Ophelia had been too proactive, too clingy. Perhaps Kenneth really had grown tired of her. The chubby woman realized the person in front of her wasn't a manager but rather a guest. Her fear quickly faded. "Who is this?"

"Mrs. Sinclair," Isla answered.

'So this is Mrs. Sinclair,' the chubby woman thought to herself.

She was indeed somewhat attractive, but even though she was good-looking, it was obvious she was just a woman who could only coax men, useless.

"Mrs. Sinclair, hello! Why are you alone? Isn't Mr. Sinclair with you?" The chubby woman approached Ophelia with a playful grin, showing no fear.

The chubby woman gave off an impression of innocence, but her eyes

held a malicious glint.

'They're not even married. She's Mrs. Sinclair today, but who knows what she'll be tomorrow, just some ordinary woman. As long as Mr. Sinclair isn't married, every woman still has a chance, she thought. With that in mind, the chubby woman grew bolder in her behavior.