Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

Chapter 211

Hearing this familiar and commanding voice, Ophelia felt a deep sense of calm and stability wash over her.

She put away all her sharp edges and walked towards Kenneth, standing by his side like a gentlewoman, feeling secure. Her beautiful eyes held nothing but Kenneth.

She thought. So what if I am fiery? With him around, it is hard not to be fiery.

She asked, "Weren't you supposed to be back tomorrow!"

"I missed you, I wanted to come back and see you first, Kenneth said as he tightly held Ophelia's small hand, looking at her. His dark eyes were like whirlpools, almost pulling her in.

When Cecilia realized Kenneth's gaze wasn't on her, her eyes were instantly filled with intense jealousy. She thought, "Why Ophelia? What makes her deserving of standing beside Kenneth

As soon as Harris saw Kenneth had arrived, he changed his earlier demeanor and immediately became very ingratiating

He said, "Mr. Sinclair, why didn't you let us know in advance about your visit? The birthday party is quite modest, we didn't expect you to honor us with your presence."

Kenneth frowned. It felt like the buzzing of flies in his ears, and a hint of irritation flickered between his sharp brows. He glanced sideways at Harris, his cold gaze cutting like a knife. He asked, "Tired of being in this position?" Wh-What Harris asked and gulped, his lips dry. He said, "No, Mr. Sinclair, I-I didn't..."

He didn't expect Kenneth to come today. He looked at Ophelia and thought, 'Seriously? Just for a woman!"

He had heard of Kenneth's tactics but had never seen them himself. Just hearing Kenneth speak sent shivers down his spine, and weakened his heart.

Rumor had it that Kenneth was the type of person who didn't even consider military leaders in Heloria worth acknowledging. As for a mere department head like Harris, Kenneth was surely thought even less of.

Harris didn't dare doubt the truth of those words. Ending his career could happen with just a single sentence from Kenneth

Harris explained, "You've really misunderstood. I just nicely asked Ms. Carnegie to join me for a drink at the birthday party, with no harm intended. You've misunderstood."

Kenneth withdrew his gaze from Harris and casually looked around at everyone. He asked, "Who just asked my woman to drink all the wine on the table?"

The entire banquet hall was so silent one could hear a pin drop.

The person who just spoke was the same Dennis who used to side with Harris and deliberately make things difficult for Ophelia at work.

At nearly fifty years old, Dennis wished he could bury his head in the ground, trembling as he wished to draw back. Kenneth's sharp gaze instantly fell on Dennis.

Dennis's body stiffened, feeling like a hunted prey caught in the headlights.

"Who gave you the guts?" Kenneth asked in a leisurely tone.

Dennis wished he could kneel; Kenneth's presence was overwhelmingly powerful, causing cold sweat to trickle down his forehead.

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He thought with regret. How am I supposed to know about this woman's relationship with Kenneth? Otherwise, even if threatened with death, 1 wouldn't have dared treat her this way!

Sweat was dripping down Dennis's forehead as he was stared at by Kenneth who seemed like a living grim reaper. Dennis felt as if his flesh was being sliced bit by bit, and he felt cold from his toes to the tips of his hair. Kenneth gave Ray a look, and Ray immediately understood. He stepped forward, grabbed Dennis's collar, and pulled him out roughly.

Ray thought. No matter what position this person holds, if he doesn't want to behave, plenty of people can take his place.

Two bodyguards approached, each grabbing one of Dennis's arms and twisting them behind his back.

Dennis said, "Mr. Sinclair, I-I didn't mean it like that, really, Mr. Sinclair, 1..."

Ray picked up the bottle of red wine from the table and, with his rough hand, pried open Dennis's jaw, shoving the bottleneck into his mouth and pouring the wine straight down his throat.

No matter how much Dennis struggled, it was useless. He kept shaking his head, mumbling, "Mmmm..."

The purplish-red liquid dripped down Dennis's chin, onto his neck, and then onto his chest, staining his light blue shirt with a large wine stain.

Everyone there was scared out of their wits by this scene. They thought, This could end in death. Kenneth is really going too far; after all, he is dealing with a government official so ruthlessly Even if someone thought it was too much, they didn't dare speak up to stop it, as they had all heard about Kenneth's brutal

tactics.

After forcing down an entire bottle, Dennis was coughing like crazy, feeling like his lungs and stomach were about to explode. His vision was darkening, and his head was spinning.

Ray grabbed another bottle of red wine and continued to pour it into Dennis's mouth in the same way. Before he was even halfway done, Dennis couldn't hold it in and started puking it all out. The sight of Dennis throwing up was gross. The entire banquet hall stank of a nasty mix of smells.

"Take him to the hospital for a stomach pump. Kenneth ordered coldly.

Two bodyguards dragged the barely conscious Dennis out of the banquet hall

Everyone looked at Dennis with sympathy, thinking he wouldn't have an easy time at the hospital,

"Anyone else?" Kenneth turned to ask Ophelia beside him.

Ophelia said, "No one else." She didn't say this to act saintly; after all, Kenneth had just returned after several hours of an international flight and came here immediately, likely without resting. Kenneth said, "If you won't say, then I'll just punish everyone."

As Kenneth spoke, Cecilia immediately glanced at Ophelia, scared that she would be singled out. But Kenneth immediately noticed her anxious look.

"Harris, I'll give you a chance to handle your daughter yourself before I step in, Kenneth said, his voice as cold as a winter breeze blowing through the banquet hall, reaching everyone's ears. Harris glanced at Cecilia beside him, then at Dennis, who was being dragged out after being forced to drink and felt torn

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himself. He pulled Cecilia oyer and slapped her across the face.

Cecilia said. "Dad, you, you hit me. She covered her cheek, eyes red with emotion, wondering how things had come to this. In just two seconds, a clear slap mark appeared on her face. Harris said. "Apologize to Ms. Carnegie now!"

Cecilia looked at Harris in shock.

"Apologizel" Harris commanded. He lowered his voice, regretting indulging Cecilia. He thought. If she hadn't foolishly provoked Ophelia, none of this would be happening today! Cecilia shouted, "I won't. I don't want to apologize!" She covered her face and stormed out. But she was stopped by the bodyguards after just a couple of steps.

The next moment, a snap echoed throughout the banquet hall. Cecilia's wailing immediately followed, heart-wrenching.

Harris called, "No! Cecilia...

In just a few seconds, Cecilia's arm was forcefully broken by the bodyguard.

Ophelia felra shiver just from hearing it, but her face remained calm, mirroring Kenneth's expression next to her.

Harris urgently held Cecilia, whose face was completely drained of color, trying to take her to the hospital. The bodyguards were still blocking them.

Harris asked, "Mr. Sinclair, what exactly do you want?"

Kenneth replied, "What do I want? Ask my woman if she agrees you to go."

Harris looked at Ophelia and said, "Ms. Carnegie. I'm apologizing on behalf of my daughter. I promise I'll keep her in check, and she won't trouble you again. Please let us go."

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