Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

The atmosphere in the room gradually became tense. Eric moved to the window and opened it.

A chilly autumn breeze wafted in through the

open

window.

Eric pulled a strip of black cloth from his pocket and wrapped it around his hand as he approached the man who had been disrespectful.

The man didn't take Eric seriously at all.

He didn't expect that a young boy could do anything to him.

Just as that thought emerged, he was suddenly dragged over by an irresistible force.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Before he had a chance to see anything clearly, he was punched in the face.

Blood instantly gushed from his mouth, along with a tooth coated in blood, landing on the conference table.

Everyone gasped in shock.

Half of those who had just stood up sat down again.

No one would have guessed that a boy who looked so skinny could throw such a strong punch.

Eric took out a stagger from his waist, cut off the man's tie, tied his wrists behind him, and dragged him to the window.

He pressed half of the man's body over the windowsill, making his upper body dangle like a seesaw.

The man begged, "No, no, I'm sorry! I won't do it again..." He could only try to save his life first.

If Eric loosened his hand, he'd definitely fall off the window.

Meanwhile, Hardy was also sweating. He glanced at Ophelia in the main seat and decided not to take a risk.

He took a deep breath, licked his chapped lips, and reluctantly went back to his seat.

Seeing this, the man at the window was quickly hauled back by Eric and tossed back into his chair.

With these two as examples, the conference room finally quieted down. Everyone kept their heads down carefully without saying a word. Ophelia said, "Now, who can report to me the situation with the cargo transportation at that time?"

Of course, she already knew all of this.

Mark thought she hadn't read the documents he had sent, so he was about to start reporting, but Ophelia raised her hand to stop him. Ophelia said, "Mr. Joule, you first."

Ophelia called out the name just like a teacher calling on the student who had been daydreaming in class.

"Mr. Joule, answer properly." Ray stood behind Hardy and gave his collar a little tug.

Suppressing his anger, Hardy unwillingly started, "We have two harbors, Nirvana Harbor and East Harbor, and the list of goods transported that day includes..."

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Hardy continued, "All this information is in the documents, you can check it yourself. The delivery of that shipment was postponed, and we'll have to pay penalties for breaching the contract. Do you know how much that is? 450 million. "Even if our company can cover it now, these two harbors being scaled off means no shipping can happen there for a long time. Do you realize how much of a loss this means to the company?"

"Why did they suddenly get sealed off?" This was the question Ophelia had been wanting to ask.

Hardy sneered, but his expression suddenly froze as a gun was suddenly pressed into his back.

He almost choked on his own spit.

Hardy said, "If we knew why, all of this wouldn't have happened

Ophelia said, "What's the use of you guys, then? You can only gather here and complain? I'm giving you two days to figure out what's going on. If you can't..." She slowed down her words.

Ray understood immediately. He grabbed Hardy's arm and shot him in the left shoulder.

The gun was fitted with a silencer, so it was a muffled shot.

Hardy exclaimed, "Ahhh!"

Everyone turned to look at Hardy and then saw blood quickly gushing out of his shoulder.

Hardy clutched his shoulder. When he saw the blood on his hand, he screamed even louder.

Mark didn't expect Ophelia to actually have someone open fire, but seeing Hardy who had been arrogant these days exclaiming in pain, he felt really good.

Ophelia said, "Mark, what are you waiting for? Mr. Joule accidentally misfired while playing with his gun. Hurry up and get him medical help!"

Hardy's eyes widened as he looked at the girl in the main seat, and his face turned so pale.

"Yes, Mrs. Sinclair," Mark responded.

Mark thought, 'Mrs. Sinclair's way of handling things is almost on par with Mr. Sinclair now. Her style is exactly the same as Mr. Sinclair's.'

Mark had people drag Hardy away, and the floor was covered by his blood. It had been a long time since they had seen such a scene. It would only happen when Kenneth was around. "Wait a minute," Ophelia stopped them. "Mr. Joule, don't forget to come back for the meeting the day after tomorrow."

Looking into Ophelia's innocent eyes, Hardy felt a chill down his spine.

Ophelia said, "Let's continue."

The meeting went much more smoothly after that.

Each department operated efficiently, starting to address all the problems.

Ophelia leaned back in her chair, finding the smell of blood particularly strong. Then she asked Eric for a piece of candy.

Mark remained silent on the side and only spoke up after everyone had left, "Mrs. Sinclair, how is Mr. Sinclair doing now?"

Ophelia didn't know how to answer, so she leaned back against her chair and closed her eyes for a moment.

Her silence was the clearest answer.

Then she said, "Send someone to keep an eye on Hardy at the hospital."

Mark said, "Yes, Mrs. Sinclair."

That night, Ophelia spent the night in Kenneth's lounge.

She was extremely tired, and with Kenneth's scent around, she fell asleep quickly.

It was late at night in the hospital. Hardy's wound had been bandaged, and he lay on the hospital bed weakly. The injury wasn't life-threatening, but it was still severe. Then, a man dressed in black came into the room.

"Kenneth is back?" the man asked.

Hardy opened his eyes and said, "Not him. It was the woman who is always with him."

The man said, "Hahaha. A young girl hurt you like this?"

"I..." Hardy didn't know what to say, and his wound throbbed with pain.

He thought, 'Who would have thought that a young girl could be so ruthless? She really has spent too much time with Kenneth.'

The man said, "Alright, take care of your injury. Leave the rest to me."

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Early the next morning, there was a knock on the lounge door.

Mark checked the time. He didn't want to disturb Ophelia too early, especially since she didn't look well yesterday, but now it was already nearly ten o'clock. Mark said, "Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Huxley is here."

Ophelia opened her eyes. She looked at her phone and then was startled by the time.

She had slept for so long.

She said, "Who? Who did you say is here?"

Mark said, "Mr. Zayn Huxley from Huxley Group."

Ophelia paused for a moment. It was Zayn Huxley, the head of the Huxley family, one of the three major families.

He was also Bethany's brother. However, they were siblings only through their father. After Zayn took charge, he completely ignored Bethany.

"Okay. Let him give me a minute." Ophelia quickly tidied up and grabbed some clothes from the lounge to change into.

She had stayed here a few times when Kenneth taught her how to run the company. Back then, he had someone set up some personal items for her in the lounge, so she had everything she needed here.

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Before leaving the lounge, she glanced at the news on her phone

The number of confirmed viral pneumonia cases had increased by 19 overnight.

Ophelia thought, 'Looks like I have to quickly wrap up the company's issue and take some time to learn more about this virus.