Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 286 Chapter 286 Jonathan took a deep breath, looking a bit aggrieved. "Emma, you start interrogatingthe moment you cback? Can't you care abouta little first?" Chloe thought, 'Expectingto care? Keep dreaming! Chloe' deep blue eyes were icy cold as she suppressed her anger her expression becoming even fiercer. Those familiar with her temperament knew she was about to take action. In the next moment, Chloe grabbed Jonathan's ear and twisted it hard.

"Cut the talk! Where is she? Give her up." She growled. "If anything happens to Elia, Mr. Sinclair will make the whole Davidson family pay. Can you handle that? Is your brain broken" It wasn't that she was afraid of Kenneth; she just knew how important Ophelia was to him.

"Emma, I'm an adult now, so could you stop yanking my ear all the time?" Jonathan's previously arrogant demeanor was immediately halved.

He quickly tried to rescue his ear from her grasp. He didn't forget to glance sideways at Kenneth and his team. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed in front of Kenneth. "It's nothing to do with me; I didn't take her." "Even if it's not you, you're still not off the hook." Chloe knew her brother well. He had captured Ophelia twice and never showed interest in anyone else. He couldn't easily let Ophelia go Chloe's gaze was already a warning. Facing that deadly stare, Jonathan sighed and reluctantly pulled out his phone.

Even though he didn't get Chloe' relationship with them, under her gaze, he quickly and obediently dialed the number.

However, the call went unanswered. "Damn it!" He thought, 'That jerk, daring not to answer my call? Who gives her the nerve!' He called two more times, but still couldn't reach Phoebe. Usually so compliant and never hesitating, but suddenly she wasn't answering.

Jonathan thought, 'That's fine!' He tried calling Fiona again, but there was still no answer.

Seeing Jonathan's furrowed brow, Chloe sensed something was wrong. "What's going on?" Four hours had already passed. Kenneth's patience was gone. His pronounced knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist, and he stepped forward, grabbing Jonathan's collar. "Jonathan." "Let go!" During the tussle, Jonathan's phone dropped to the ground, and he responded in kind by grabbing Kenneth's collar. The two men started wrestling with each other.

"Mr. Sinclair, the urgent matter is to find Elia." Chloe quickly intervened, struggling hard to separate the two. She trusted her brother, believing he wouldn't dare ignore her words. Since he was already making calls, it meant he -intended to release Ophelia. Something must have gone wrong. "What's going on?" she asked. Jonathan adjusted his tie, taking a few deep breaths. "She should be at Rose Manor." Kenneth straightened his cuffs and immediately strode out. He walked with such strength that his subordinates quickly 1/3 +5 09:46 Thu, Dec 5 G Chapter 280 followed.

D Chloe had just turned to follow them when Jonathan grabbed her wrist. "Emma..." Chloe frowned. "Don't say anything else until we find Elia. You better hope Elia's alright." "Phoebe wouldn't dare do anything. I've already warned her not to hurt anyone." Chloe frowned at her brother. "You're growing taller but not smarter, can't you see it? Phoebe's ambition isn't innocent. Didn't you know from the start she was a biter?" Jonathan felt a bit guilty from her words. Before he could respond, Chloe ignored him and turned to leave.

Rose Manor was built during her tin the outskirts of town, and she knew the location well. "Mr. Sinclair, I'll lead the way." A few minutes later, a grand convoy surrounded Rose Manor. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with a gust of wind making the bright red roses sway eerily.

Before the car even cto a full stop, Kenneth threw open the door and strode in.

"Be careful, Mr. Sinclair!" Chloe followed closely, and just as her warning left her lips, arrows began to rain down from all sides. Kenneth's sharp eyes noticed them, and with nimble moves, he dodged them perfectly. He glanced around the area and realized there was no one there. It was clear they had already left. The house was empty, clearly abandoned.

Seeing the blood stains on the floor, Kenneth's expression turned even grimmer.

"What's going on?" Jonathan asked as he cin, following closely behind.

Chloe didn't look much better as she surveyed upstairs and downstairs. There were signs that the place had been tampered with, and the bloodstains on the floor had darkened. She now understood what was going on. That brainless Jonathan! It was obvious Phoebe was trying to incite a conflict between the Davidson family and Kenneth. If she hadn't arrived in time, Kenneth might have already taken action.

Jonathan said, "Emma, I..." "Shut up! Find them!" Chloe growled, and at her command, the subordinates immediately sprang into action.

In no time, they found Scott unconscious in a room upstairs.

Meanwhile, a fire started spreading from the backyard on the first floor of the house. There were still a few rooms upstairs that hadn't been checked.

Kenneth rushed upstairs and kicked open a room door, but there was no one inside.

Jonathan also kicked open another door, and the three worked swiftly, not missing a single room.

"Mr. Sinclair, the fire's spreading up here!" Caleb warned. They had searched the other rooms too but found no one. Someone said, "Ms. no one, Emma Davidson, Mr. Davidson, we've searched the rooms, but there's no one there." "She shouldn't be here; let's get Scott out first." Chloe even searched for the secret doors and passages.

As they went downstairs, the fire had already reached the spiral staircase, with scorching flames leaping wildly around. Nust as the group left, the fire started to spread, consuming the entire house and the nearby red roses. Chapter 286 95% Meanwhile, in an industrial warehouse near the Westoira Reservoir, Ophelia was chained by the wrists, hanging from a cold concrete pillar. The blood on her legs had already dried.

Balancing on one leg, she was about to collapse. With every movement, the chains made a sharp noise, echoing eerily in the empty warehouse.

Around her, several bodyguards were pouring gasoline along the warehouse's perimeter.

Phoebe's shoulder wound was bandaged, leaving her weak. She coughed lightly several times, each cough making her wound hurt more.

The more it hurt, the more she hated the person in front of her. Yet, thinking about how Ophelia would soon meet her end, she felt a bit relieved.

"Ms. Davidson, the gasoline is spread," a bodyguard said, tossing the empty cans aside.

"Ophelia, today's the day you die. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that Scott's probably been burned up in the fire by now. But don't worry, you'll be with him soon!"

"You promised not to touch him!" Ophelia forced the words through her clenched teeth. Her Xips were mark N with blood. Phoebe laughed and said, "Well, he only had you as his sister! He deserved to die." SEND GIFT