Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 108

Chapter 108

In the night, Ophelia arrived at Avalon Port Dock. It was Dellands largest shipping dock, which was filled with containers and transport trucks. Though there weren't many cargo ships docked this season, replaceing someone here was task Ophelia had called Eric several more times, but his phone was dill off.

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Chloe had sent Ophelia the surveillance footage. According to the timestamp, Eric had been here early this morning I might have already left by now.

Ophelia wasn't driving fast. She carefully matched the locations in the footage with the scenes in front of her.

Up ahead was the checkpoint. Two security guards stopped Ophelia. "Sorry, Miss, you can't drive any further. This is the unloading area, and you can't enter without a work permit."

"Oh" Ophelia nodded, glancing ahead one more time. She felt the place in the surveillance footage was just beyond. What was Eric doing here she thought

Just then, the lights on the dock suddenly flared up. A cargo ship was slowly docking and six or seven luxury cars sped past Ophelia raring through the checkpoint and stopping in the open space in front of the containers. Ophelia lingered a few more minutes, pretending it was difficult to turn around while keeping an eye on the situation ahead

After the cars parked, about twenty or thirty bodyguards dressed in black stepped out, making quite the scene.

Initially, Ophelia was just curious, but then she looked upward and saw a lean figure standing atop a container.

The young man, dressed in black, had his long hair tied up, blowing in the seaside breeze. In one swift move, he leaped down

Suddenly, the sounds of fighting erupted

Gunshots echoed across the open dock, sharp and unmistakable in the empty space.

The two guards who had stopped Ophelia quickly ducked for cover.

"Damn it!" Ophelia cursed, tossing her phone aside as she floored the gas pedal, crashing through the barrier.

More gunshots rang out as Ophelia frantically searched for Eric

With her foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor, Ophelia plowed through the group of bodyguards in black, screeching to a halt right in front of Eric.

Bullets pelted the car, and for the first time, Ophelia truly understood what it meant to be in a hail of gunfire.

At the same time, Ophelia quickly rolled down the passenger window. "Get in she yelled. If she hadn't been driving Kenneth's car, she'd be dead already.

Eric was down on one knee, strands of hair covering one of his eyes. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to push himself up with one knee, only to collapse again. "W-watch out." he mumbled.

The bodyguards were closing in fast. Ophelia lowered the sun visor, pulling out a gun tucked inside. She unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped over to the passenger seat, pushing open the door to help Eric.

Dark red blood was streaming down Eric's pant leg, and more was gushing from his waist.

Frowning, Ophelia had barely managed to drag Eric into the car when the group of bodyguards surrounded them,

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Ophelia quickly raised the gun with both hands, but just as fast, countless guns were aimed back at her.

A car rolled up, its blinding headlights making it impossible for Ophelia to see.

The armed bodyguards parted, clearing a path as a figure slowly walked toward Ophelia, backlit by the harsh light. All she could make out were the man's black leather boots.

"Hand him over, and we won't hurt you," the man said. His voice was rough, like someone who'd had his throat cut during puberty and never fully recovered, carrying a gritty edge.

Ophelia's eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and she finally saw the man before her. He was a middle-aged man with a thick beard, around forty years old. His sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on her

"And if I don't?" Ophelia asked, gripping the gun in her left hand as her right slammed the car door shut, keeping Eric inside.

At this moment, the bearded man paused as his gaze landed on the ring on Ophelia's ring finger. He then took a closer look at the gun she was holding and the car she was driving. "If you don't want to hand him over, then don't. You can go.

The killing intent in Ophelia's eyes faded, but confusion set in. The mafia is this easygoing? she thought. She was a bit stunned, unsure if he was being serious. She kept her gun raised, not daring to lower it just yet.

"Put the guns down, the man ordered coldly. His men exchanged confused looks and wondered what was going on.

"Put them down and let them leave, he commanded again. Only then did the bodyguards reluctantly lower their weapons.

Seeing this, Ophelia wasted no time. She quickly darted to the driver's side, jumped into the car, started the engine, and sped off without a second thought, as if afraid they might change their minds

As the car disappeared into the distance, one of the bearded man's bodyguards turned to him, baffled. "Ray, have you taken a liking to that woman? The guy she took just injured a bunch of our men And just like that, they let her go! "Shut up." Ray snapped, pulling out his phone. His expression softened slightly, but a hint of menace remained. "Mr. Sinclair, we've got a situation here. The cargo's fine. A few of our guys got hurt, but the one who attacked was rescued. And the person who did the rescuing...well, it looked like Mrs. Sinclair

On the other end of the line, Kenneth frowned slightly. A second later, his low, icy voice cut through. "Was she hurt?*

"No, no, Ray quickly explained nervously. "I recognized the car. When I got closer, I saw the ring on her hand. It's yours. So, I let them go.

"Hmm. Next time, let her feel a little more accomplished," Kenneth replied.

The call ended abruptly, leaving Ray listening to the dial tone, suddenly full of self-doubt. He thought, "What did I just hear?"

The black SUV sped down the empty road.

Ophelia kept glancing over at Eric in the passenger seat. His face was pale, his lips drained of any color, and his hand, soaked in blood, was pressed tightly against his abdomen. His chest was heaving rapidly.

Ophelia wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come All she could do was lower the window, letting the cold. wind rush in. "Stay with me" she yelled.

Wrapped in a black cloth, Eric's other hand shakily reached into his pocket and pulled out a jelly. "Do you want some? 1... I stole it from Wyatt..."

Ophelia clenched her jaw, torn between worry and anger. She didn't even want to speak to him.

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Erie tore open the packet with his teeth, and the plastic wrapper was immediately swept away by the wind. After swallowing the jelly, the sweetness in his mouth slightly dulled the pain.

A moment later, Eric pulled out another snack, this time a packet of candy. Every time, he asked Ophelia if she wanted some

first.

Her eyes turned red with frustration, and Ophelia slammed her foot on the gas even harder.

Eric's hands were slippery with blood, making it impossible to open the package.

"Snap!" The entire packet of candy flew out the window, carried away by the wind.

Eric let out a frustrated sigh, tasting blood in his mouth once again. "Will you just talk to me? Are you not afraid that I might die?" His voice was barely louder than a whisper, as if it, too, would be carried away by the wind.

Ophelia, fuming, leaned on the horn. "If you're going to die, then go die somewhere else, alright? Didn't you say you were going to turn over a new leaf? If I hadn't shown up tonight, you wouldn't even be alive right now, would you? What are you doing? Haven't you made enough money as a hitman all these years? Why can't you just...

Ophelia turned to look at Eric and saw his long eyelashes droop

"Eric! Eric Ophelia screamed, slamming the horn again and again. Her foot pressed the gas pedal to the floor, but the road ahead seemed endless

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