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Ophelia gradually calmed down, fixing her gaze straight ahead at Kenneth. I brought you lunch, and I haven’t eaten either Why don’t we find a clean place and have lunch together?”
The bodyguards behind Ophelia were stunned. They figured Ophelia was indeed extraordinary. In a situation where any ordinary girl would have burst into tears, she could still manage to eat.
Kenneth stood up and stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray already filled with butts.
They headed up to the living room on the second floor, with Ray carrying the lunch boxes behind them. A bit of soup had spilled, but the food was still warm.
During this time, neither of them said a word.
The smell of the food filled the room, helping Ophelia suppress the uneasiness in her stomach.
Kenneth picked up a piece of pork ribs with barbecue sauce, Ophelia’s favorite, and placed it on her plate. At this moment, she saw his familiar side again.
“Don’t you have anything you want to ask? Kenneth’s sharp eyes stayed on Ophelia.
“Someone like him deserves to die, Ophelia responded firmly. She remembered what Lisa had told her. After Kenneth’s mother passed away, he went to the Sinclairs, begging them to give his mother a proper burial. But Patrick had forced Kenneth to stand in the snow all night, and in the end, all Kenneth received was endless humiliation.
Since Kenneth had risen to power, Patrick had made several attempts to take him down.
Ophelia wasn’t a saint. She understood why Kenneth did what he did.
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“The one behind the attempt on your life at Avalon Port Dock, that was Patrick, wasn’t it?” Ophelia asked, fairly certain of the
answer.
“Say what’s on your mind. Don’t bottle it up.” Kenneth’s tone was calm, just like any other day.
Ophelia said, “You’re my man. Whatever you do, I’ll stand by you-
Kenneth cut Ophelia off, saying. Including killing Eric?”
Hearing this, Ophelia couldn’t help but look up at Kenneth, feeling slightly relieved. At least this confirmed that Eric wasn’t dead yet and that Kenneth still cared about her feelings. “Eric and I grew up together–”
“Are you sure you want to talk about another man in front of your own?” Kenneth’s tone noticeably grew colder.
Ophelia could feel the shift in Kenneth’s mood but remained calm. “You’ve misunderstood me. What I meant is, do whatever you want with him. Whatever you decide, Ill support you. But since Eric and I grew up together, if you kill him. I’ll have to deal with the aftermath. It’s just such a hassle
Ophelia’s words pleased Kenneth. For some reason, hearing her say that put him at ease. “True. I’ll take care of it all then. Save you the trouble.”
Ophella was speechless. But hearing the familiar way Kenneth spoke to her reassured her. Then, she said, “Wouldn’t it be a waste to just get rid of him? I heard he’s ranked the second–best assassin. You could keep him around to do your bidding. Besides, the person who put a 30–million–dollar bounty on your head is gone now”
“Hmm, you make a good point, Kenneth said.
Seizing the opportunity, Ophelia quickly offered Kenneth a perfectly deboned piece of ribs, smiling earnestly, “Eat up.”
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Ophelia’s genuine sinile seemed to melt away the gloom that had clouded Kenneth all morning
Knowing that Eric was still alive and recovering here brought Ophelia some relief. At least this way, she had found Eric a place where he could settle down.
After leaving. Ophelia received a text message from Heather Lysées Hotel third floor, Florence private room
The moment Ophelia got the text, Heather called, Elia, did you get my message? Don’t forget tonight
Got it. See you tonight, Ophelia replied. She thought. This feeling is all too familiar. Heather fears I won’t show up, and her tone is drastically different
Ophelia had felt something was off from the start, but the moment she saw the words “Elysees Hotel, memories from her
life came flooding back.
Past
In Ophelia’s previous life, it was her so–called mother who had lured her to the Elysees Hotel, drugged her drink, and handed her over to that twisted man.
Luckily, Ophelia had enough awareness to smash a vase, using a shard to keep herself conscious. When the man approached she injured his lower body, buying herself a chance to escape. But in the end, Ophelia was caught and brutally tabbed to death
Ophelia hadn’t expected things to be brought forward so soon in this life. Emily’s marriage to Miles was likely pust the corner. It was time to put an end to all of this
Ophelia made a call, and the person on the other end quickly picked up.
“Ophelia? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?” Emily’s voice was laced with confusion and wariness.
Laround
Ophelia said. “I wanted to discuss the shares you’re holding. Let’s find a time to meet. But not tonight. Your mother’s already made plans with me.”
Emily sneered, “You and I have nothing to talk about. I’m not giving up that 35% of the shares. She didn’t even hesitate before hanging up.
But after Emily ended the call, realization dawned. She thought “What did Ophelia just say? Heather had plans with her tonight? Could it be that Heather is making her move! A flash of malice appeared in her eyes
At 8 PM sharp. Ophelia arrived at the Elysées Hotel
Heather was the only one in the private room She glanced around nervously, checking her phone every few seconds, clearly fighting the urge to make a call.
Ophelia showed up half an hour late.
“You finally made it,” Heather said with a tone of urgency, though her face still wore a warm, motherly smile Come, sit down. What do you want to eat? Feel free to order anything
Ophelia sat down and casually flipped through the menu, ordering two dishes at random. “Mrs: Hastings, what do you need from me
Heather’s smile vanished but she quickly regained composure. Now, now, what kind of tone is that? Even if you’ve managed to cory up to the Carnegie family. In sull the one who carried you for ten months, but it natural for a mother to call her daughter?
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Heather realized she might have sounded a little impatient, so she softened her approach. Let’s eat first, okay? You must be freezing on your way here. Have some coffee to warm up.” She pushed a cup of coffee toward Ophelia
Ophelia lowered her eyes and took a sip from the cup. “This coffee… It’s not bad”
Yes.. I had quite a bit myself just now. Excellent stuff,” Heather replied, her eyes betraying a flicker of anxiety. Only after watching Ophelia drink did she let out a sigh of relief. “You sit tight. I’m just going to the toilet.”
“Okay. Ophelia replied.
Heather walked to the door and glanced into the room. Seeing Ophelia casually take another sip, Heather finally relaxed as she walked out.
Unbeknownst to Heather, Ophelia had noticed everything. Earlier, she had Caleb disguised as a waiter and discreetly swapped out the coffee while Heather nervously waited.
Ophelia glanced at Heather’s coat and scarf hanging on the rack A few strands of hair clung to them. She pulled off two, making sure one had a hair follicle, and carefully stored them in a sealed bag
Then, Ophelia returned to her seat, laid her head on the table, and pretended to have fallen into the trap.
At this moment, the door of another private room opened, and Emily stepped out, wearing a hat and mask. She had to see for herself that Ophelia was delivered into that old man’s bed and then she could feel satisfied
