Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 282 Chapter 282 Eric's calm gaze was like that of a young wolf. Chloe looked up, meeting eyes that were as loyal as a faithful dog's, showing no hint of hostility.

Eric shrugged and pulled a piece of candy from his pocket with sincere expression. "Want scandy?" Chloe shook her head, but Ophelia stretched out her hand, palm open. Eric expertly tossed the lollipop into her open palm.

Ophelia unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth, the sweet taste spreading across her tongue, masking the metallic smell.

This hotel was no longer suitable to stay in. By morning, they needed to move to a more secure neighborhood. Eric had to remain to ensure the safety of Chloe and Wyatt.

She always felt trapped by an invisible net, slowly closing in on her.

**** Meanwhile, in a Eurasian-style mansion. Outside, the roses were in full bloom. Inside, Phoebe sat with her legs together on a white Eurasian-style sofa, wearing a chiffon nightgown. Tonight was the night Emma was fated to die.

"Ms. Davidson, I hope your wishes ctrue." A maid said as she presented a bowl of bird's nest soup. Phoebe gladly accepted it, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

Emma was dead. Once her plan was carried out, she would use Kenneth to create chaos within the Davidson family, allowing her to enjoy the benefits without getting involved directly.

She thought, 'So, Emma, you must be left without a resting place must b "Ms. Davidson..." a subordinate reported nervously.

"What's the matter? Can't you see Ms. Davidson is having her midnight snack?" The maid scolded. The subordinate said, "Ms. Davidson, the ones we sent out earlier, they... they haven't cback." "What?" Phoebe paused, her spoon of bird's nest soup in mid-air her smile freezing. "None of them returned?" Just by looking at her subordinate's expression, she understood. "What a bunch of useless fools!" She threw everywhere.

a coffee cup, and it shattered instantly, the delicate ceramic scattering "Someone's in a temper," said a pleasant and deep voice. The tone rose, full of obvious displeasure.

Hearing this voice, Phoebe's anger froze, her earlier expression softened a bit as she adjusted her posture. "Jonathan... what brings you here?" Jonathan wore a vintage black suit, with dark red rose patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, exuding an aristocratic air.

He took out a gray handkerchief from the pocket on his left chest, leisurely wiped his hands, and shot a cold glance at the -shattered coffee cup on the floor. He stepped slowly into the hall "The prestige the Davidson family has given you, it seems you don't value it? Even a dog dares to bite when its master isn't around?" Jonathan's icy blue eyes looked at Phoebe without any warmth. Hearing this, Phoebe's nails unconsciously pressed into her flesh 1/3 ved, Chapter 282- "Where's the person I asked for? Didn't you say two months? How much thas passed now?" Jonathan sat in a single armchair. legs crossed, speaking as if having a casual chat. Only those beside him could sense the tension in the air. "Jonathan, just givea little more time, very soon..." Phoebe hung her head, the arrogance she had shown just moments ago vanished instantly. A complete change from her carlier assertive demeanor.

The maid next to them didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Everyone was aware of Jonathan's temper, which despite his gentlemanly facade, was marked by terrifying ruthlessness.

"Do you think I'm easy to talk to now?" Jonathan tilted his head to look at her, his voice pleasant but filled with a profound emptiness. Hearing it sent chills down one's spine.

"I-I already have a plan, Jonathan. Givetwo more days, and promise..." "Only two more days." Over the weekend, Ophelia planned to join Scott for a gof basketball.

After a night's sleep, Scott had almost processed everything. No matter what, he trusted his interactions and judgments during this time. He believed Ophelia would never do anything to hurt him. Seeing that Scott hadn't changed much today, Ophelia didn't bring up yesterday's matters again. After having breakfast, they went out.

Watching Scott sweating buckets on the basketball court, two girls even approached to ask for his contact information.

Ophelia quietly chuckled when she saw the big guy on the court blush and scratch his head, glancing towards her in the stands.

As he coff the court, she teased him and asked, "Why didn't you give those two girls your number just now?" Scott said, "Ophelia, at my age, I should focus on my studies first." "Oh, right." She wanted to ruffle Scott's hair, but he dodged away "I'm all sweaty. Lettake a quick shower and change, and then we'll head out." "Okay." Watching Scott head to the locker room, Ophelia sat in the bleachers, taking the opportunity to go through spapers. Tpassed, and after half an hour, Scott still hadn't cout. The continuous sound of basketballs bouncing and people shouting on the court echoed in Ophelia's heart. She got up and strode towards the men's locker room. Ophelia tried to call Scott, "Scott..." "Sorry, you can't go in there. It's the men's locker room," the security guard stopped her.

Ophelia craned her neck to look inside, a bad feeling creeping over her.

"If you need to find someone, call them. You can't go in," the guard reminded her.

Ophelia slapped her forehead, realizing how flustered she had becin her rush. She quicklym pulled out her phone and called Scott. The call went unanswered.

Ignoring the protests of the people in front of her, she rushed into the locker room where a few boys quickly covered their The content is.

on novelenglish.net! 10:34 Wed, Dec 4 Chapter 282 upper bodies with their clothes. Ophelia looked around and called, "Scott..." There was no response from the bathroom.

"Is there anyone in there?" she asked.

The boys exchanged glances and shook their heads. It was her oversight.

She quickly found the back door of the gym and glanced around Luckily, there were security cameras, but she'd have to trouble Chloe again.

"Chloe, Scott might have been kidnapped." Just after sharing her location with Chloe, she received a message on her phone.

[If you want Scott to stay alive, cto this location alone.] As she feared, it was all a setup, and she blamed herself for not being more careful.

Ophelia's knuckles turned white from gripping her phone until Chloe called her ntwice, bringing her back to her senses. "No need, Chloe. I think I e might know where Scott is. If you don't hear fromin two hours, call the police."

"Elia, where are you going? I'll go with you." Before Chloe could say another word, Ophelia had already hung up the phone. She couldn't let Chloe take risks with her. She also couldn't let anything happen to Scott again; she would not allow the tragedy from before to repeat. 0