Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

In the private room on the second floor of the Distant Clubs, Keith was reluctantly tidying up a room that was just varated

Keith didn't know when such days would ever end

Just then, a call came through on his smartwatch Clearing his throat, Keith put on his best customer service smile. "Hello, thank you for calling Happy Unlock Services. To unlock a door, press I. For moving services, press 2. For plumbing, press ""Hey, it's me."

"Wh who are you?" Keith asked, but then a lightbulb went off in his head.

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Is it, is it you, the Boss?"

In an instant, he felt the urge to cry. He looked at the caller ID on his watch and almost hung up in his excitement. "Boss, you're alive. That's wonderful."

He thought he'd be living this way for the rest of his life.

All his talents had nowhere to be used.

If Boss was in front of him, he would have knelt and bowed in gratitude.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

After the initial excitement wore off, he started complaining like an old lady, "Boss, do you know how I've lived these past five years? I have my limits too. Without 150 million dollars of damage compensation, I can't get over this..." "Did you find the person I was looking for?" asked the Boss.

Keith suddenly went silent, like someone had hit the mute button, and didn't make a sound for quite some time.

Just when he didn't know how to answer, a figure appeared at the door of the private room.

Noah lowered the phone he was holding to his ear. In the dim and vague lighting of the room, his expression was equally unreadable.

Keith was taken aback for a moment, "Haha... Boss, how did you get here so quickly?"

Noah vaguely remembered seeing him at this club before.

"Boss, I was just joking about the compensation fee. We don't need that between us," said Keith.

"Still haven't found them?" asked the Boss.

"Ah... uh... hmm..." Keith sighed, "It's been five years after all. We did have some leads back then-found two people with Rh- negative blood that somewhat matched the age and appearance But later on...He went off the grid.

Noah also knew that he came to Dellanex back then to find these two people for a DNA test for parentage.

With such slim hopes, Noah was the only one in his family who knew about the whole thing.

"Send me their information," said Noah.

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"Got it." Keith was operating his smartwatch when suddenly a crossbow bolt came flying at him.

Instinctively, he raised his hand to block it. The sharp arrow picted his wristwatch

The watch face shattered instantly.

The next moment, before Keith could figure out where the arrow had come from, the entire club went dark, and a menacing presence spread around him.

In the darkness, a lean figure rushed at him..

Keith felt a breeze brush his face and realized he might not be a match for the opponent.

The attacker was going for the kill, aiming to end him. "Boss, help!"

He didn't want to die yet.

In the pitch-black room, Noah sat calmly on the couch. Even in such darkness, he could sense his surroundings.

Noah got up and kicked one of the fighters hard.

"Cough cough... Boss, you kicked me... cough." Keith clutched his chest and fell to the ground.

Noah raised his eyebrows; he knew if he hadn't kicked him away first, he wouldn't survive. Noah thought, 'Useless.

He immediately identified the direction of the other person, and they started to fight.

Splash. Noah kicked the person over. He crashed heavily onto the marble coffee table, shattering it into pieces.

A durable marble coffee table was shattered. One could tell how powerful Noah was.

He grabbed an arrow that had been shot over, and threw it with a backhand motion at the person on the ground, like tossing a dart, but with the speed and force of a crossbow bolt. Uh... A low groan echoed in the room.

A few seconds later, the power was back on throughout the club.

The shards of the marble coffee table were still dotted with traces of blood.

"Who is it?" Noah asked, looking at the escape route the other person took.

If Noah hadn't been there today, Z would be dead.

"He must have been after me. My location was compromised," replied Keith.

That person was probably the hitman known as BC.

No one else but BC could leave him in such a messed-up state.

Keith picked up the crucial chip from the ground and said, "I can't send the data for now."

Noah frowned, his face dark and intense. "How long will it take?"

"It will take about a week at the earliest to repair it. Besides, Boss, could you pay me first, or at least confirm the order?"

He couldn't afford to lose track of him again.

"Half the commission has been paid," Noah said, turning to leave the private room.

*****

Eric fled frantically out the back door of the club, throwing bloody arrows into the bushes by the roadside.

Trying to kill "Agent Z" was no easy task.

In the dead of night in an alley of Dellanex, a young man leaned against a cold wall, biting on a black cloth while he poured strong vodka over the wound on his back. "Ugh!" A low groan escaped his lips, his long black wolf-tail hair filling over his face, the front soaked with cold sweat.

His face was pale.

His phone kept vibrating in his pocket, and it took him a while before he finally picked up.

A rough voice came through the line. "Where did you go? Shoot asked Ray.

"Ray..." murmured Eric.

"Where are you? What happened?" Ray's brows knitted into a frown as he sensed something was off with Eric's voice.

After Eric gave his location, Ray immediately got into a black SUV, speeding off like a cheetah.

It didn't take long before he reached the alley entrance.

Ray got out of the car, slamming the door shut with a loud thud.

In the alley, under the cold white moonlight, he saw a lean figure leaning against the wall. The moonlight illuminated the boy's face, making him look like a wolf cub.

He was half in light and half in shadow.

As he got closer, a strong smell of vodka hit him.

"You've been drinking?" asked Ray.

Ray crouched down and immediately detected the faint scent of blood beneath the alcohol. "Are you injured?"

As the lighting here was dim and Eric was wearing all black, it was hard to see where he was hurt.

"What did you do tonight?" Ray's anger flared, his voice becoming louder.

The wound on Eric's back was still bleeding. He had done some basic patching up, which was his usual way of handling injuries.

"I took on a mission," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper compared to Ray's.

Ray was so furious that he grabbed him by the collar. "Haven't I told you not to take missions on your own after joining the guild?" "You did, but... once this mission's done, you, you can retire early."

"What?" Ray looked at him, puzzled.

"I said, after this mission, you could retire early," Eric said, raising his eyes to meet Ray's, his gaze as steady as an onyx stone. His eyes were like those of a wounded creature.

"You want me to retire? Why?"