Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by a painful scream.

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Before Kaden could finish his sentence, his hand holding the cigarette was twisted backward by Ophelia.

The cigarette slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

Ophelia grabbed his fat wrist so hard as if to crush his bones.

"Say that again. How much is your life worth, huh?" The murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

Kaden's harsh words struck a nerve.

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The humiliation she had witnessed and endured since childhood flashed through her mind. She thought, 'Why should the life of someone from the slums be considered worthless? Why can't they receive fair treatment? Kaden struggled free from Ophelia's grip, his face contorted in pain.

A sea breeze blew through, carrying a foul stench. Kaden's face flushed with anger, and he no longer cared about keeping up appearances. He unleashed a string of curses.

"Are you insane? You dare to raise a hand against me? Who do you think you are?! Bah! You think Kenneth is interested in you today and will be tomorrow? Don't be arrogant! You're asking for trouble!"

He looked at the enforcers. "What are you waiting for? Don't mind them! Proceed! It doesn't matter if they're hurt or dead."

"I dare any of you to try it." Ophelia was utterly enraged, glaring at them.

As long as she was around, no one would be allowed to bully the people here that way.

Sure enough, with just one word from Ophelia, the enforcers inexplicably paused their actions.

Kaden was so anxious that he stomped his feet. "She's just a young girl. How powerful can she be? Tear it down for me!",

He yelled, and his group was just about to take action.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence by the sea. Everyone's eyes turned to the space behind Kaden.

A pair of black leather shoes moved over the debris toward them. The shadow beneath them stretched nearly six feet seven inches.

Kenneth was dressed in a well-fitted gray shirt and black pants that set off his long, straight legs perfectly.

In his slender hand, he was playing with a black handgun. It was clearly not a small item, but in his hands it seemed like a

toy.

Under the blazing sun, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold with Kenneth's arrival.

A chill ran down Kaden's spine as he turned his head to meet Kenneth's stunning face.

Kenneth's eyes were slightly upturned, emitting an air of enigmatic mischief.

Kaden wondered, 'Why is he here?' The little beads of sweat on Kaden's forehead quickly turned into large drops, rolling down his temple and splashing onto the ground.

"Mr. Sinclair..." He had never imagined that Kenneth would come to a shabby place like this.

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Even though Kaden was scared, he understood that someone like Kenneth was decisive and cruel. Kaden thought, 'I did all this just to speed up the development of the slum. I didn't do anything wrong! With that thought, Kaden straightened his back a little. "Mr. Sinclair, I'm just following the rules. These people are refusing to cooperate, and this is the only solution available." Kenneth ignored Kaden's words, giving him an indifferent look.

"How much do you think your life is worth?" Kenneth asked slowly. Each word he spoke made Kaden's heart sink more. This was the same question Ophelia had asked earlier. Kenneth spun the gun in his hand. He dared do what Ophelia dared not do.

Seeing the dark gun muzzle, Kaden blanched instantly. "Mr. Sinclair, I know you hold immense power, but I'm in politics. Y- You can't...

"Can't?" Kenneth reacted as if he'd just heard a ridiculous joke. He thought, 'Is there anything I can't do?'

In the instant the gun was loaded, Kaden's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably. He showed none of his previous confident demeanor. Kenneth's fingers were ready to pull the trigger, and no one around dared to breathe. "Kenneth... Ophelia frowned, stepping forward to glance at Kaden.

She felt no sympathy. Angry as she was, she remained rational. Taking action against a political figure in front of so many people would surely cause unwanted consequences. Even though Kenneth wasn't afraid, she couldn't let this delay the slum redevelopment.

"If he dies, it's not a big deal, but it will take the government some time to reshuffle personnel to handle this. It will waste time. Ophelia lifted her eyes to Kenneth.

Kenneth's long eyelashes fluttered as he met Ophelia's gaze. He slowly lowered his arm, but just as he put down the gun, he raised it again.

A bullet whizzed past the edge of Kaden's ear. Everyone present was startled by the gunshot.

Kaden's face turned ashen. He nearly fainted as he struggled to catch his breath.

At that moment, the ambulance arrived and took Lucas and the injured child away. Felix limped over to Ophelia. "Ophelia."

Everyone else turned their eyes to Ophelia. She had brought them clothes and food in the winter. They had seen her before but hadn't had a chance to thank her yet. Although they didn't know her connection to these people, they were certain she wasn't a bad person.

Among the crowd, an elderly person squinted at Ophelia and asked, "Isn't this Elia, Mrs. Spencer's granddaughter?"

"Who? Elia? They don't look alike."

"Elia used to be skinny and dark."

"Look at her eyes."

Some of the older people gradually recognized that Ophelia was that energetic girl.

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Years passed, and now she looked completely different. If it weren't for her big, round eyes, they wouldn't have recognized

her at all.

Her transformation was enormous, especially her aura. One would never guess she came from a slum.

"Elia?" This time, the crowd dared to move closer, but they still seemed quite hesitant.

Ophelia turned her head to look at them. "It's me. The slum is now to be redeveloped, and these are the official documents from the government. Let me read them to you." Ophelia stood under the sun, reading to them word by word.

Once the area was redeveloped, the issues of housing allocation, elder care, and children's education would all be resolved.

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They need to get them settled first. Once the place was rebuilt, they could live just like ordinary people. Their IDs would no longer have the word "slum".

After Ophelia finished reading, the crowd exchanged glances and then looked across at the others.

The older folks were survivors of the disaster. They were abandoned by the government back then, so how could they possibly trust them now?

Some of the people here died. The rest had been labeled, had watched their rights get stripped away time and again, and had long since lost faith in government officials. Moreover, redeveloping the slum sounded almost unbelievable.