Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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Chapter 230

This was what Ophelia was considering.

"How about... we make it a bit more direct! Lock him up, tie him up, and gag him? That way, he won't be able to speak" Eric's deep eyes glinted with excitement, as though he was eager to take this approach Ophelia raised one eyebrow, meeting Eric's serious expression.

Uh....is this a bit too extreme? Ophelia thought

Alright, I'll try talking to him first. If that doesn't work... then we'll go with your plan," she said.

Eric nodded repeatedly, the long strands of hair at his temples swaying with the motion.

Ray returned with two drinks. "Mrs. Sinclair, here's your coffee. This one's yours, a smoothie with red beans and coconut jelly."

Eric happily took it, inserted a straw, and took a big sip. "Why does it taste bland? Didn't you add sugar?"

He looked at Ray, his brows furrowing.

You'd better agree later, or... I'll definitely have to tie you up. And that's not enough, I'll starve you for three days, Eric thought

It was all because this smoothie tasted bad without sugar, angering Eric.

The black SUV headed toward Dellanex University.

Ophelia glanced back through the rearview mirror. "Ray..." Ray froze

for

a moment, his back stiffening, and his facial stubble seemed to tremble with shock. "Mrs. Sinclair.... please don't speak to me like that..."

Is she trying to scare me? Why does her tone sound so creepy? Ray thought,

Ray still clearly remembered the time Kenneth kicked him. If Kenneth had kicked any harder, at least two of his ribs "would've been broken.

"When Kenneth asked you to protect me, did he say anything to you?" Ophelia asked casually, her tone as light as if they were just talking about everyday matters.

"Mr. Sinclair said to follow your orders and ensure your safety, Mrs. Sinclair." Ray recited the words like a mantra.

Ophelia smirked, her eyes curving with amusement.

"Yes, I need Eric to help me with some personal matters, and I don't want Kenneth to know about it," she said.

"So this is what it's about, Ray thought.

Ray was torn, but his curiosity about the personal matter got the better of him.

"Is it dangerous? If so, I should go instead." Ray's voice was gravelly.

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"You want to track Kenneth! Are you sure?" he asked.

Track... Mr. Sinclair?" Ray was clearly caught off guard. He was surprised by Ophelia's request to follow Kenneth and understood why she didn't want Kenneth to replace out.

But if Kenneth found out Eric was following him, well, Eric would likely replace himself in hot water....

"Maybe I should go after all," Ray said, his brows furrowing as he glanced at Eric. "I'm more familiar with Milagia."

"You two can go together. It's only for two days anyway. Ophelia wasn't about to let Ray go alone.

After all, Ray worked for Kenneth, and if Kenneth found out. Ophelia wouldn't have the chance to know what was going on.

Eric was different.

He wasn't afraid of Kenneth and was fully on Kenneth's side.

"But..." Ray started to protest.

I'll protect myself. If Kenneth takes it out on me, I'll handle it," Ophelia said.

Ray sighed deeply but then remembered how Ophelia had managed to escape Jonathan's clutches and even blow up the Davidson family's base. He should trust Ophelia, just like Eric did. And by trusting Ophelia, he also trusted Kenneth.

After all, Kenneth's woman couldn't be ordinary.

"Alright." Ray nodded.

The car arrived at the west gate of Dellanex University.

Ophelia got out of the car, still with some time before her afternoon class.

She planned to go replace Raphael and inform him to arrange for someone to take over her position as soon as possible next

week.

Just as she reached the stairway on the second floor, a girl with her head lowered hurriedly rushed downstairs.

Ophelia wasn't quick enough to dodge and was bumped hard on the shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry." The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Ophelia turned to look at her.

The girl raised her head, looking like a frightened rabbit, with eyes red and a nose tip that was also pink.

It was Lesly.

As soon as Lesly saw Ophelia, she immediately looked relieved, as if she had found a savior.

*Professor Spencer... Lesly sniffled, her voice shaky.

Seeing Lesly in such a panicked state, Ophelia seemed to understand what was happening.

"Professor Spencer... What should I do? Mr. Gross.." Lesly didn't finish her sentence before Zackary, strolling casually out of

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the office, interrupted her words,

"Professor Spencer, you're here. I've arranged the afternoon classes. Where are you headed?" he asked.

To replace Mr. Glenn." Ophelia replied.

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"Oh, Mr. Glenn might not be here today. How about... if you have something to discuss, you can talk to me in my office?" Zackary suggested.

While Zackary spoke, Lesly kept her head lowered, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Professor Spencer, then.... I'll head back to the classroom," Lesly said hastily, and hurried down the stairs.

Ophelia looked up and met Zackary's gaze. He sighed. "Today's college students have such low emotional resilience. A few words of criticism and this is how it ends." Ophelia mocked inwardly.

"Professor Spencer, what's the matter with Mr. Glenn?" Zackary asked.

Ophelia explained her intentions, and Zackary expressed his regret but said he understood.

"Since Mr. Glenn's not here, please have Mr. Gross pass the message to him. I'll head to class now." She turned and walked downstairs.

By the time Ophelia arrived at the classroom, Lesly's mood had calmed down quite a bit.

After class. Ophelia called Lesly over.

Was there something you wanted to tell me earlier?" Ophelia asked.

Ophelia knew all too well what Zackary had done to these female students. He used threats of failing them in exams or withholding their graduation certificates to coerce them, using his mild-mannered demeanor to do things that girls couldn't speak about. Even if some girls tried to speak out, no one would believe them.

Zackary knew how to turn the situation around, and that's exactly why he could get away with so much.

"No, it's nothing. Lesly said, looking down.

Lesly had done something terribly wrong in the past, and now she was too embarrassed to ask Ophelia for help.

T'll give you one chance," Ophelia said coldly and sternly.

"Professor Spencer, could you give me a contact number? I... I... Lesly stammered.

She couldn't finish the sentence.

Ophelia didn't make it hard for her and gave her the contact details.

Not long after she left the school, Ophelia received a message from Lesly.

Lesly: [Professor Spencer, Mr. Gross said I should book a room for hint on Saturday, and if I don't do it, I should be ready to face the consequences.]

Is He starting to threaten her? Ophelia wondered.

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Ophelia decided that before she left, she would take care of this scumbag

Ophelia: [I'll contact you Saturday morning.]

After sending the message, Ophelia drove to the Electronics Market,

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The large Electronics Market was bustling, but she headed down to the basement and walked toward a small, inconspicuous shop in the corner.

Two pinhole cameras," she said.

"Hey... beautiful, it's you," the shopkeeper, a man in his twenties, said in a messy, unkempt manner. Two pinhole cameras..."

He muttered as he took two cameras from behind the counter. "Beautiful, you're not a secret agent, are you? How was the camera and jammer you bought last time? Did they work well?" "They were fine. How much is it?" Ophelia asked.

He quoted the price, and after Ophelia paid, she took the items and left.

He watched her leave, then picked up an old-fashioned phone, stretching its cord out as he dialed a number.