Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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It was only then that other expressions appeared on people's faces. All eyes turned towards Kenneth at once, seeking a confirmation from him.

They wondered, 'Is the company really changing ownership? Everyone exchanged confused glances. Even so, no one dared to voice any objections.

A senior regional director asked, "Mr. Sinclair, is what Mr. Thompson said true! His eyes were on Ophelia.

The director thought, Putting this girl in charge of the Sinclair Group? What a joke! Is Mr. Sinclair just playing around, or is he so eager to please her that he's willing to hand over such a huge empire? Despite thinking this way, he didn't show any of it on his face. He knew that if Mark announced this decision in front of everyone, it wasn't a joke. He just couldn't figure out why Kenneth was doing this. "Do you have any objections? Kenneth asked. His voice was low his sharp gaze cutting towards the regional director.

The director replied, "No, no problem at all. I am just confirming. We'll actively cooperate with the new CEO for the transition. That response was impeccable..

Ophelia couldn't help but admire these people. No wonder they had made it to these top positions. However, she admired Kenneth even more.

It was clear how ruthless Kenneth's management methods were, making these top executives and high-level elites from various fields act as meek as quails before him!

The director asked, "So, Mr. Sinclair, what do we need to do?"

As the question was asked, Ophelia raised an eyebrow slightly. It felt like they were trying to win her favor through Kenneth, not taking her seriously. Whenever there was a problem, they still turned to Kenneth. Kenneth replied, "I'm not the one you should be asking. As if reading her mind, Kenneth knew exactly what Ophelia was thinking.

Everyone's gaze turned towards Ophelia at the same time.

Ophelia said, "After the meeting, I'll have Mark send the work handover details to your respective emails. Today is just to meet everyone. My name is Ophelia Sinclair."

Her introduction was straightforward. Her voice was free of any nervousness or unease, as if she was just chatting. Kenneth felt pleased yet slightly unfulfilled. It was like an angel and a devil were arguing in his mind. The employees thought Kenneth was playing a game, so they all cagerly reported their work.

Even with everyone cooperating, the meeting dragged on from 2 PM to a little after 8 PM.

At first, they didn't take Ophelia seriously. But gradually, they realized she spoke clearly and logically, even pointing out details Kenneth often missed. However, their surprise was short-lived as they figured Kenneth must have taught Ophelia all that. She just seemed to have learned it quite well.

Kenneth raised his hand to check the time but realized he had left his watch in the break room.

He turned his head, resting it on one hand. His gaze fixed on Ophelia ever since the meeting started. He thought, 'Actually, she can probably do it all without me! 10:15 Fri, Nov 22

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Thinking about it made his heart ache so much that even breathing was difficult.

He had been repeatedly thinking about these things recently: Ophelia could do well without him, and she could be good

alone.

Ophelia turned around, her eyes meeting his as if she was seeking his opinion.

Only then did Kenneth move his gaze to the people. He said, "Let's call it a day for the meeting."

Everyone tidied their things and left in an orderly manner. Even as they exited the conference room, there was complete silence; no one dared to say a word. Ophelia didn't want to praise Kenneth any

further.

Once everyone had left the meeting room, she finally relaxed her straightened back. Her back and waist were aching. Suddenly, a big, warm hand placed itself on her waist, gently massaging her. "Are you tired already?" Kenneth asked.

After massaging for a while, Kenneth got up to get Ophelia a glass of water. As she drank, Kenneth placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to give her a shoulder massage.

Ophelia almost choked on her drink at Kenneth's gesture. She placed he Then, she swallowed the water she had in her mouth.

hand on top of his as it rested on her shoulder.

Ophelia said, I'm fine, not tired. You don't expect me to manage the Sinclair Group forever, do you?" She still felt a bit chueless about her current role.

""You don't like it?" Kenneth asked.

Ophelia thought, 'It isn't about whether I like it; I genuinely don't know anything."

If she hadn't picked up a few things before to bluff her way into managing the company, she would have surely been exposed as clueless.

Even so, she wasn't sure if these people had already seen through her and were just playing along with her act. She was just a paper tiger, all bluster. She wouldn't dare to show off in front of those pack of sly old foxes. Kenneth said, "You've been engaging with the team of Sinclair Estate to learn about their work. Don't you want to develop your slum area quickly? Sitting in this position allows you to do whatever you wish." "But I just want to be with you," Ophelia confessed.

In this life, all she wanted was to be with Kenneth. She agreed to work there just to have a good reason to be near him every day. Her career drive wasn't that strong.

"What should I do, Kenneth? I'm becoming more attached to you every day." Ophelia said. She stood up, taking advantage of the empty room, and jumped into Kenneth's arms.

Her soft little face nestled against his neck like a clingy kitten. The cold demeanor she had just now vanished, and she returned to being the reliant little woman he knew.

Kenneth's eyes were stormy. It felt like his heart was being torn apart and pieced back together. Every crack let in the chill wind, gradually cooling his blood. He gently brushed his hand across Ophelia's back. He thought, "She has more dreams than just developing the slums. She said she wanted to be with me. She is becoming

more attached to me as I am to her.

Kenneth hugged Ophelia tightly, wanting her to become a part of him.

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go upstairs and get my slippers?" A sharp look flashed in Ophelia's eyes. She said, "Kennie, my feet are tired. Can you go upstairs and

"Tired feet? Have you been standing?" Kenneth asked and frowned, slightly relaxing his arms.

"Aren't I standing right now? I'm tired. I don't often wear such high heels, Ophelia replied. Her voice was soft and playful, a charm she had learned somewhere.

Kenneth said, "Then I'll carry you upstairs."

"Secretary Kenneth, if you don't follow my orders, I might have to cut your pay, Ophelia said as she tilted her head, a hint of mischief in her expression.

Kenneth thought. Is she using money to pressure me? Well, I have already given her everything I owned.

"Okay." Kenneth replied and messed up Ophelia's hair playfully

Watching Kenneth go upstairs, Ophelia Sinclair called Mark over

Mark asked, "Ms. Spencer, what's up?"

Ophelia said, "Where did Kenneth go for this business trip? Who did he meet? I know you might not know, but replace out for me." She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Kenneth's return this time. Mark swallowed nervously. He wondered, 'How did Ms. Spencer know what I wanted to say?"