Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 231

Chapter 231

It wasn't even redirected to voicemail.

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, feeling a bit frustrated. "Five years...."

This number had gone from being powered off, to disconnected, and now it no longer even existed.

It seemed this number just wouldn't go through anymore.

'What a bad stroke of luck. I should've known better. I shouldn't have taken on this mission in the first place, he thought.

Now, he had to work just to make ends meet. Probably no one would believe he was an agent.

Ophelia walked out of the Electronics Market and drove toward the company.

It had been a few days since she last went there.

Through the rearview mirror, she glanced back and noticed a few stalkers.

Ophelia wondered who it could be. Ray and Eric had just left, and she had already been targeted.

She slowed down, and the light gray van that had been following her for two blocks suddenly sped up and cut in front of -her, making a sharp stop.

She slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision.

It was obvious they were coming after her.

Ophelia slowed down even more, trying to switch to another lane, but the van, no matter which lane she switched to, intentionally sped up and blocked her, swerving in front of her.

Ophelia turned into a quiet alleyway, but the van followed her in, using the same tactic, blocking her again.

This time, Ophelia didn't brake. Instead, she floored the gas pedal.

Bang!

The black SUV crashed into the van's front end.

She had eased up a bit on the impact.

But the van was still cracked open, its front body shattered, pieces flying up like plastic, breaking with a brittle snap. Meanwhile, the black SUV didn't move an inch, not even a scratch, and Ophelia inside remained perfectly still. The people in the van cursed loudly and climbed out. Each of them was armed with a weapon, surrounding her SUV from all sides.

They had clearly come prepared.

The bald man in the front walked toward Ophelia, the rubber baton pointing straight at her nose.

"Didn't you see? You actually dared to crash into us? Who gave you the guts, huh?" The bald man had tattoos on his head, yellow teeth, and a fierce, menacing expression.

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Even if someone happened to pass by, they wouldn't dare step forward. This group was too intimidating, clearly not to be messed with.

"Get out of the car," one of the lackeys knocked on the hood of the black SUV.

Ophelia slowly lowered the window, propping her head up with one hand. There was a hint of defiance in her eyes, like a lazy cat under the sun, too unbothered to care.

"You wanna get out yourself, or should we help you by smashing your car?" the lackey shouted.

"Go ahead and smash it." Ophelia leaned back against the seat, calmly watching them.

Hearing her dismissive tone, the bald man furrowed his brows under his shiny head, looking around.

This alleyway didn't have any cameras.

"You think we won't do it?" he said.

"You've got the nerve to blatantly stage a scam, so what wouldn't you dare do? Go ahead and smash it. I won't stop you." Ophelia shrugged, her clear eyes staring at them with an innocent look, like she was completely harmless. "Humph... that's what you say," the bald man sneered.

He was surprised at how unfazed she seemed by all this.

"I said it," she repeated.

Ophelia's voice suddenly became steady and low, her smile from the moment before instantly fading. When she lifted her eyelids, it was like a devil who had traveled the world, a cold, calculating presence. "Smash it, huh?" Ophelia's voice was cold as ice as if they had no choice but to smash it today.

the bald man, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, couldn't help but swallow hard. A chill ran Meeting her gaze, down his spine, and goosebumps spread all over his body. "Smash it." Ophelia's tone deepened.

The bald man was actually so intimidated by her that he took a step back. When he realized he had been scared by a woman, a surge of embarrassment and anger rushed to his head. "Fine. Smash it," the bald man ordered, and his lackeys, who had only been planning to intimidate and extort some money, were caught off guard. They had only intended to scare her.

As they hesitated, Ophelia pushed open the car door and stepped out.

"You guys didn't smash it when you had the chance. I gave you the opportunity," Ophelia said.

Before they could even process her words, Ophelia snatched the rubber baton from the bald man's hand and walked to their

van.

Bang! Bang!

A few swings later, the van's windows were shattered, and even the hood was destroyed. What had once been a fine vehicle wreck. was now nothing more than a

Ophelia held the baton upright, resting it on her wrist, and surveyed the group.

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"I've gotten out of the car. What are you planning to do now?" she said.

The bald man blinked, staring at the woman before him, not expecting to be provoked.

"Dammit. You really are asking for it," the bald man spat on the ground, swinging his fist at Ophelia.

There were no rules about not hitting women here.

The lackeys behind him followed suit.

They had never met such an arrogant woman. They were going to teach her a lesson, make her pay.

Ophelia threw the baton horizontally, it spun quickly in mid-air and accurately hit the bald man in the chest.

Before he could react, Ophelia kicked him, sending him flying. "Ah!"

The group watched in shock as the bald man flew at an odd angle.

He crashed heavily into the van's sliding door, causing it to break off halfway and fall awkwardly to the ground.

The others behind them gasped in shock.

They could bluff, but when they met someone who was truly dangerous, they didn't dare go any further. They all shrank back, too scared to approach.

"You... you guys better come at her. Damn it. Show her what's coming..." the bald man wheezed, clutching his chest, still yelling, even though he could barely breathe. "Think carefully," Ophelia said, her words deliberate.

After her warning, two more reckless men charged at her, throwing their weapons toward her.

Ophelia swiftly dodged, then moved forward in an instant. Her moves were deadly, but just as the blows would've been fatal, she lightened her grip.

If they thought Ophelia was showing mercy and giving them a way out, they couldn't be more wrong.

She was like a cat with a mouse. She wouldn't stop until it was dead.

"Miss... I... I was wrong... Please, please let me go..." he cried out.

A blonde man, terrified, dropped to his knees, begging.

It was truly terrifying.

He had never been so utterly helpless in a fight.

The rest of the group froze, too scared to move, all dropping their weapons and running away,

"Come back." Ophelia's voice was calm but chilling, and the men who had just run froze as if they were paralyzed.

"Tell me. Who sent you to cause trouble?" Ophelia didn't bother to fight any longer, nor did she care to waste time on them.

"I'll talk... It's... it's Finn's cousin." The blonde man who had begged earlier pointed at the bald man on the ground. Ophelia's eyes shifted to him. "Your cousin?"

The bald man instinctively shrank back.

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"Who?" she asked sharply, her voice more unsettling.

"It... it's Hendrick," he hesitated.

'It's Hendrick's fault. Why did he have to send us to deal with a woman like this?' they wondered.

Finn regretted it with all his heart, his chest burning with frustration.

Ophelia had already figured it out.

Suddenly, an idea struck her, and a smile crept onto her lips.

She looked harmless, but when these men saw her smile, they felt a chill run down their spines.

"Don't be scared. As long as you do as I say..."