Chapter 235
The vice president, elected through anonymous voting, was Madeline, well–deserved.
Ophelia had voted for her too.
But in the brief two minutes it took to count the votes, Ophelia’s cheeks turned bright red.
“Hey, babe, what’s going on? Are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?” Summer was the first to notice.
Madeline also noticed. “Are you running a fever or allergic to something? Should we take you to the hospital?”
Ophelia felt like her throat was blocked, and she weakly shook her head, her body lacking energy.
Phoebe stepped forward, her tone full of concern. “Elia, what’s wrong? How about I take you somewhere to rest for a bit?”
“Go! I’ll call a doctor to see what’s going on,” Summer said, grabbing his phone to make a call.
Ophelia stood up, her legs feeling as though they were walking on cotton, and Phoebe helped her upstairs to the guest room.
“Elia, I’ll call Kenneth and have him come pick you up,” Phoebe said with concern. “Hey, I left my phone downstairs, I’ll go grab it. You stay here and drink some water.”
Phoebe handed Ophelia the water, and then left the room.
As soon as the door closed, a smirk curled on Phoebe’s lips.
‘Ophelia, enjoy this moment. Even if you believe in Kenneth, what does it matter? After today, once you’ve been with another man, Kenneth may love you, but he’ll never accept you.” Phoebe wondered.
Inside the room, Ophelia, who had been looking somewhat dazed, suddenly had clear, bright eyes the moment the door shut.
“The same trick? Do you really think I’ll fall for it again?‘ Ophelia thought.
Ophelia stood up and walked to the restroom to splash some water on her face. The redness on her cheeks gradually faded
She had added Ronin on WhatsApp earlier. Ronin was very friendly and had sent her several of his specially formulated remedies for situations like this, and they worked pretty well.
Ophelia turned around and sat back down on the couch.
Before long, the door opened, and a muscular man walked in.
The moment he saw Ophelia on the couch, his eyes lit up.
“Wow… what a catch… Looks like I’m hitting the jackpot today. Beautiful, do you need any help?” he said.
Ophelia’s lips curled into a chilling smile. As the muscular man reached for her, she quickly grabbed his wrist, forced his elbow downward, and kneed him in the chest.
The entire process happened in just two seconds.
Before the muscular man could scream, a towel was shoved into his mouth, and she yanked it around his head, tightening it viciously.
Ophelia’s fist pressed against his back as her voice drifted into his ear.
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“The seventh vertebra is the most vulnerable part of a person’s spine. I could end your life with just one move, so… don’t even think about moving,” said Ophelia.
The muscular man couldn’t speak and could only nod frantically, but he dared not move too much.
He had known this wasn’t going to be easy.
Ophelia kept him restrained as she picked up the phone from the table and dialed a number. “Bring him here.”
Less than a minute later, Finn arrived, carrying the unconscious Hendrick with two of his subordinates.
Seeing the muscular man and then the man they were carrying, Finn hesitated.
“Miss, are you… sure you’re not planning something illegal?” Finn’s voice trembled as he looked at her.
‘Who is this idiot who dared to mess with her?‘ Finn wondered.
“Don’t worry. I’m a law–abiding citizen.” She smiled, her expression disarmingly sweet..
The three men couldn’t help but shiver at that familiar smile.
Ophelia watched them dump Hendrick onto the bed.
“Get the equipment set up,” she said, tossing two pinhole cameras at Finn. “And this.”
“Oh, okay…” Finn wasn’t sure what Ophelia was planning, but he couldn’t disobey her orders.
He feared another round of punishment if he did.
After the cameras were installed, Ophelia snapped her fingers. “You’re done here. You can go now.”
The three men didn’t move. They stood frozen in place.
“What? Do you want me to ask you to leave?” Ophelia said.
“No, no, Miss, we’ll go, we’ll go right now…” Finn said.
They silently vowed to never cross paths with Ophelia again in their lifetime.
The three men immediately left the room in a rush, faster than a blink.
Ophelia dialed Lesly’s number again. “Get him to room 8015, and the rest is up to me.”
“Got it.” Lesly agreed on the other end, quickly sending the room number to Zackary.
Before long, Zackary arrived.
Zackary hadn’t expected Lesly to be so obedient.
His pudgy fingers hadn’t even knocked on the door when it was pulled open from the inside.
When he saw Ophelia standing there, Zackary’s smile froze, his brows furrowing tightly. “Professor Spencer, why are you here?”
“Mr. Gross, are you surprised to see me? Don’t tell me you don’t have any other thoughts about me?”
Ophelia’s voice was teasing, deliberately lowered, and seductive.
Zackary swallowed and wondered, ‘How could I not have other thoughts?‘
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“You want to stand here and talk to me?” Ophelia opened the door wider, inviting him in.
As soon as Zackary entered, a muscular man pressed him against the wall.
“Professor Spencer, what… what is this?” Zackary stuttered, his legs going weak as his black–framed glasses slipped askew on
his nose.
“A little gift for you,” Ophelia said, holding a remote control and glancing at the muscular man. “Stay or leave, it’s up to you.”
The muscular man pursed his lips, clearly not intending to leave
Ophelia didn’t bother with him further. She pressed the button on the remote.
Before Zackary could react, pink smoke began rising from the floor.
The gas quickly spread throughout the room.
Ophelia smoothly slipped out the door, locking the three men inside using the key she had taken from the muscular man.
Around four or five minutes later, the sounds of banging and crashing echoed from the room.
The noise grew louder by the second.
Half an hour ago, Kenneth had just gotten off the plane when he received a call from an unknown number.
“Kenneth, it’s me. Don’t hang up. I need to tell you something about Elia…” Phoebe began.
Seeing that Kenneth didn’t hang up right away, Phoebe continued, her voice trembling, “I saw Elia go up to a room with a man at the Cloudin Hotel, but I don’t know which room it is.”
“Kenneth, I’m really not lying. Elia seems… off.” Her voice was frantic, as though she might burst into tears.
Kenneth’s brow furrowed deeply, and he immediately called Mark to investigate.
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Forty minutes later, a swarm of bodyguards in black suits flooded the entrance of the Cloudin Hotel.
Kenneth slammed the car door behind him, his black leather shoes clicking against the smooth marble floor.
Phoebe hurried over, her eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down her face.
“Kenneth, I’m sorry, I couldn’t find Elia. What do we do now?” she cried out.
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