FULL NOVELXO Chapter Jilted Bride 139
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Chapter 139
Ray's gaze landed on Bighost, and he spat out a few words, "Reckless fool."
Bighost was taken aback, thinking he misheard, his small eyes suddenly widened as Ray pulled out a gun and pointed it at
him.
"Ray, y-you..." Bighost's legs went weak, and he clung onto the metal net, his body trembling as he shrank back.
A thunderous bang reverberated through the air. The bullet hit Bighost's arm, his face turned ghostly pale, and he fell heavily back onto the ring, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"This is just a warning." Ray put away his gun and loudly warned everyone. "From now on, if anyone disrespects Mrs. Sinclair, your life will be on the line! However, you'll be kicked out of the guild! Those who just laid hands on Mrs. Sinclair, go receive your punishment." Now everyone understood that Ray was a trusted confidant of Kenneth, and Ophelia was no mere decoration, not just any woman; she was "Mrs. Sinclair".
They were all extremely relieved that they hadn't provoked like Bighost, or they would be the ones getting punished or shot right now.
Melanie's face became even grimmer, a burden weighing on his chest, and his hands clenched tightly.
Ray glanced at Eric, who was still calmly eating a lollipop, meeting his obsidian-like eyes. His stern expression softened. "Eric, how long are you going to keep pretending?"
Ray approached Eric, placing a hand on his shoulder, his voice deep and resonant. "Let me introduce you all; this here is BC, ranked second in the assassin world! Officially joining the guild today."
"BC?" Everyone's eyes were on Eric. Just as they snapped out of their shock, they were rendered speechless again.
They thought, 'BC is actually this kid who looks like he hasn't even grown up yet?'
No one alive had ever seen BC. Rather than being part of an organization like the guild, BC ranked second among assassins purely through his own abilities. His strength was not to be underestimated.
The previously cocky Bighost clutched his wounded arm, staring unblinkingly at Eric, shrinking back in silent fear.
After this, he'd never dare judge someone by their appearance again.
Eric, with a lollipop in his mouth, glanced sideways at Ray's rough hand on his shoulder and then at the bearded guy, frowning with clear disdain.
Ray dismissed it. "Eric, didn't I just hit you twice before? Is it really worth holding a grudge? Want to hit me back?"
"Sounds good!" At some point, Eric had sneakily taken Ray's gun from his waist.
The bullet swiftly loaded and the gun was aimed at Ray's shoulder. Tension filled the air.
The people around looked confused, while Ray's face became serious. He glanced down at the gun, his breathing quickened, yet he remained composed.
Ray thought, "Those two shots definitely need to be returned. His sharp, eagle-like eyes met the loyal eyes of the young
man.
One looked serious, with furrowed eyebrows and deep, rough wrinkles from years of frowning. The other was easygoing, with the lazy and carefree demeanor typical of a teenage boy, a white scar cutting through the end of one of his eyebrows.
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Chapter 139
"Forget it, just remember you owe me two bullets," Eric said, tossing the gun back to him. He unwrapped a candy and put it into his mouth.
With hands in his pockets, he casually strolled out of the venue.
Ray let out a subtle breath. It might be better to give him those two bullets; otherwise, it always felt like there was a debt.
In the dining room of the villa. Kenneth took off his coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his forearm, revealing part of his well-defined muscles. His long, nimble fingers held a fork and handed it to her. Ophelia took the fork and slightly raised her gaze, meeting Kenneth's narrow, deep-set eyes.
He squinted a bit, his high-bridged nose below, his lips moving in a reserved manner. "Aren't you hot?"
Besides having the heater on, the living room fireplace was also lit. She was still wearing a turtleneck sweater, and a thin layer of sweat was forming on her forehead.
But there were still marks on her neck left by Kenneth. Ophelia pressed her lips together and glared at Kenneth, clearly annoyed.
She understood his intentions completely. The marks on her neck were because she had glanced at Eric when she arrived. Kenneth's possessiveness was truly intense. Kenneth, with a mischievous smile on his lips, moved around her and helped her take off her coat. "I have some things to take care of later."
"Okay." She had already sensed it earlier-when he said he would eat with her first that he wasn't done with work yet.
"Tonight, I'll make sure you sleep well." Kenneth said with a slight smile, his dark eyes full of her.
Ophelia didn't dare to respond, so she deliberately changed the subject. "Did you use your mom's last name before?"
His mother's name was Grace Lawrence. She had heard Noah call him Kenneth Lawrence before, and initially thought she misheard. But upon reflection, it made sense. "Yeah, I changed it to run the family business after I returned to the country." Kenneth's eyes darkened, as if he regretted that decision.
Just then, a maid brought two plates of cooked dumplings to the dining table.
Ophelia was already hungry, and the recent activity only increased her appetite. She picked up a dumpling and put it in her mouth.
A strange texture filled her mouth-a curry beef flavor. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her little face scrunched up like a bun.
Inside the white dumpling wrapper were big chunks of beef with sizable pieces of potato, carrot, and onion.
The texture and taste were both strange. She missed her familiar chive and egg, shrimp, and celery and pork.
She couldn't get used to these strange dumplings. But she didn't have a habit of wasting food, so she ate all the dumplings on her plate.
After dinner, Kenneth went back to the main building at the front to continue working. For a moment, she felt a bit lonely without Kenneth around.
Even though tonight was New Year's Eve in Milagia, there wasn't a hint of the holiday spirit in this unfamiliar country.
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