Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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Chapter 71

Stock trading was like this. If one hesitated over an opportunity, he would feel like he missed out on a huge fortune. After all, that money could have been in his pocket, but sadly, it was lost.

When Harry met Ophelia again, he changed his attitude towards her, becoming extremely respectful, as if he had encountered a creator. "Madam, do you have any other stock recommendations?" Ophelia knew that the fish had taken the bait.

Ophelia canceled Lisa's account, returned to Rosewood Manor, and gave Lisa a large commission. Besides that, she also made Lisa a dress.

"Miss Spencer, this is too extravagant. This dress must have cost a lot." Previously, when Lisa had gone to deliver food to Ophelia, she had overheard them saying that a dress could cost tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars. She couldn't afford such an expensive gift. This one is not expensive. I heard your son is getting married soon. You can wear it to their wedding. Ophelia said.

It was a crimson dress, elegantly conservative in style, embroidered with intricate rose patterns.

Lisa was astonished and touched that Ophelia remembered what she had mentioned in passing. "Taking care of you is my responsibility. Mr. Sinclair has already paid me a high salary. If I accept your money and gifts, it truly would be..." "This is tailored to your size, so please accept it. You know my dresses are all custom-made. If you don't take it, I can't give it to anyone else," Ophelia insisted.

Ophelia understood that not everyone would trust someone unconditionally. Lisa was willing to lend her identity information. Lisa's trust in her could not be compared to a dress, and accepting the dress was merely a small token of her gratitude. With Ophelia saying so, Lisa had no choice but to accept. After receiving it, her eyes were filled with joy. "Shall I try it on?" "Sure. Ophelia nodded, feeling happy to see Lisa's delight.

After dinner, Ophelia returned to her room and leaned against the couch with a laptop on her lap, typing away on the keyboard.

Unknowingly, she lost track of time until Lisa reminded her, "Miss Spencer, you should go to bed early. It's already midnight. Mr. Sinclair probably won't come back tonight."

"Alright, I will sleep right away. Ophelia got up and glanced at the courtyard entrance through the floor-to-ceiling window. The flowers outside had already fallen in this season. In another month, winter would arrive.

Ophelia had been reborn for almost half a year. "Time really flies; she thought as she got up to take a shower, changing into gray long pants and a long-sleeved nightgown.

As Ophelia stepped out of the bathroom with damp hair, a shadow enveloped her body. A familiar chill entered her nostrils, carrying a hint of autumn's cold.

"I thought you weren't coming back tonight," Ophelia said without realizing that a smile of happiness curved her lips while saying

"Why are you still awake so late? Not behaving. Kenneth remarked as he looked at her.

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Her words struck a chord with Harry, and they quickly came to an agreement.

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Next, the stock Glorious Union presented an unfathomable trend. Even the analyst Harry hired couldn't read it. Whenever he wanted to sell, the stock would always rise back the next day

In just a week, the one hundred thousand dollars Harry initially invested had already multiplied several times. Once he tasted the sweetness of success, he could not hold back.

Ophelia learned about several stocks that were expected to rise gnificantly from Kenneth, and then she told Harry about

this news

Harry was always very cautious and would ask the analyst he had hired first. Because Ophelia's approach was too unconventional, he hesitated and missed several opportunities to make a lot of money. SEND GIFT

Ophelia exuded the refreshing scent of shower gel, with a gray strap showing from her clothes against her snow-white skin. "I was busy with something"

Kenneth took off his coat, grabbed the towel from her hands, and helped her dry her hair. He lowered his gaze to her, seemingly sensing the emotions hidden in her eyes. "You can't sleep when I'm not here?"

He actually guessed it, Ophelia thought, lifting her gaze. "Sort of I always think about where someone with such strong desires would be if not in my bed. The shadows cast by her eyelashes fell across Ophelia's clear eyes as she stared at him without blinking. "Where do you think I would be?" Kenneth felt as if his heartstrings were being gently tugged. He held the towel against her wet hair, pressed her against the wall, and lowered his head to capture her soft lips.

His deep, swirling eyes seemed to want to suck Ophelia's soul in Kenneth held her hand tightly above her head, and he began to take charge.

Ophelia smiled like a sly fox, "Sorry, Mr. Sinclair, but I got my period."

Kenneth froze for a moment. Ophelia looked at him innocently. He thought, 'Well, no wonder she dared to flirt with me so boldly.

From Ophelia's perspective, she could only see Kenneth's rising chest under his black shirt. "The medicine you sent really did the trick," she said. The pain during her period had noticeably decreased. However, her cycle was still irregular, and she never knew when it would catch her off guard. Kenneth bit down on her lips as if venting his frustrations, and the fire in his eyes gradually faded. He took a hairdryer and held Ophelia in his arms, drying her hair.

Warm air blew from above her head. Kenneth's defined fingers worked through her hair, drying it little by little. "Thank you." Ophelia turned around, wrapped her arms around Kenneth's neck, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"I won't accept that. I only accept payment with your body," Kenneth replied.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow, laughing mischievously.

In recent days, Kenneth returned at irregular intervals. Even if he came back late sometimes, he would still stay and sleep with her. Ophelia felt that her sleep had improved recently.

The next day was the weekend. Early in the morning, Chloe called Ophelia. Usually, Chloe wouldn't interrupt her weekend time with Kenneth unless there was something urgent. Kenneth was still sleeping, and because of the phone's vibrations, he furrowed his brow and held her tightly.

"Hey, Kenneth, I need to pee," Ophelia struggled to say.

"Hold it in." Although Kenneth said this, he still loosened his gripa little.

Ophelia crawled out from under the blanket and took her phone to the bathroom to call Chloe back. "What's wrong?" she asked, most worried that something happened with Wyatt.

"The batch of rough stones we ordered had problems. The emeralds arrived, but the others were bought by someone at a high price." Chloe explained

Hearing that it wasn't related to Wyatt, Ophelia sighed in relief.

Dresses needed gemstone accessories for embellishment, so Ophelia primarily sourced various rough stones. Buying in

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bulk kept the prices low, but the quality could be all over the place.

"Do you know who it was?" Ophelia asked.

"It seems to be Fashion Ladies under Lewis Group, Chloe replied.

Ophelia thought, Fashion Ladies? It's them again.

Since Brock was exposed to plagiarism and subsequently committed suicide due to the scandal, his once-glorious reputation was revealed to be fabricated. Thus, Fashion Ladies' business had been declining day by day, without any noteworthy new designs.

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Recently, La Reverie launched a plan for custom jewelry in the one series, and Fashion Ladies imitated this by offering free matching jewelry to previous customers to profit from their old clientele. Now, they were even starting to snatch Ophelia's

resources.

"They called and asked us to come for a discussion this afternoon, but Wyatt has a check-up scheduled this week, Chloe said awkwardly.

"It's fine. You take Wyatt to his check-up. I will handle this matter Ophelia said before hanging up. The bathroom door opened from the outside, and when Ophelia turned around, she saw an enchanting sight

Kenneth stood at the door, shirtless. His physique was impressive-broad shoulders with defined muscles but not overly bulky. The tattoo on his left chest shifted with his breathing, making him exceptionally sexy. Beneath his tousled hair was a classically handsome face chiseled like a sculpture.

Ophelia uncontrollably swallowed hard, thinking. 'Is it really necessary to be this stimulating so early in the morning?"

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