Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

After breakfast, Kenneth changed into a formal suit. "I need to go to the Sinclair Group later."

"Okay." Both of them had things to take care of over the next couple of days.

Ophelia picked out a tie for him, standing in front of him like a doting newlywed wife, expertly tying it for him.

He was the one who taught her.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Off you go, Mr. Secretary Kenneth," said Ophelia.

Kenneth leaned down for a kiss, gently ruffling her hair.

Watching Kenneth leave the Rosewood Manor, Ophelia picked up her phone and made a call. "Mr. Thompson, make sure to update me on what Kenneth does at the Sinclair Group today."

Mark Thompson, on the other end, wiped his brow nervously. "Huh? Miss... I mean, Mrs. Sinclair. Isn't this asking for a bit much?"

It was asking him to go against his boss.

He was not someone who would do that.

He was Mr. Sinclair's guy, after all.

"Do you want to change your car? I've already ordered the one you posted last time..."

"Mrs. Sinclair, you're putting me in a difficult position."

He couldn't do something like that just for a car.

"How about I introduce you to a girlfriend, too?"

"Mrs. Sinclair, the whole Sinclair Group is yours. Whatever you say, I'll do it. Talking about cars is too formal. Rest assured Mrs. Sinclair, I'll give you a full report on Mr. Sinclair's activities, even if he just goes to the restroom." He changed his position.

Ophelia was speechless.

He wouldn't change his position because of a girlfriend. Mark looked decent. As the chief aide of the Sinclair Group, it was unlikely he couldn't find a girlfriend.

Mark felt troubled too. With his position in the company and being close to Mr. Sinclair, no one dared to approach him.

Besides, the way he worked wasn't like this usually, and with such a busy schedule, finding a girlfriend felt as hard as going to

the moon.

After the call ended, Ophelia changed into formal clothes, picked up her files, and drove to the Urban Development Bureau.

Recently, because her real estate development company landed two major government projects, La Reverie Real Estate quickly became one of the top five developers in Dellanex.

She often had to deal with people from the Urban Development Bureau.

Previously, Trent mentioned that a feasibility report was needed for slum development, along with seawater test data. She already had both prepared.

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Besides that, she also secured the development rights for the area, much faster than she had anticipated.

Trent flipped through the documents, occasionally glancing up at Ophelia sitting across from him.

His eyebrows alternately furrowed and relaxed..

He still found it hard to believe that this young girl had accomplished it.

Though he knew from the beginning what she planned to do, and knew the reasons why she secured two political projects, he was a bit surprised when seeing all the feasibility reports and test data laid out in front of him. He couldn't help but regard Ophelia with new-found respect.

"We need to have a meeting to go over this," said Trent.

Even if it was a set decision, a meeting was still needed to provide the people of Dellanex with a proper explanation.

"Alright, let's schedule it now," Ophelia urged.

She knew this wasn't simple-even if the President approved, they still needed to discuss it, and putting it into action would probably face some obstacles.

She had anticipated this a long time ago and was fully prepared.

Trent glanced at her sideways. "You're in such a rush. This isn't a small matter. I'll arrange it as soon as possible. Once the time is set, I'll contact you. Remember to bring the experts." Trent's tone was relaxed.

She didn't like dealing with politicians; it felt like playing a never-ending game. Things just dragged on, as if they would never get done.

"I can bring the experts now," Ophelia said, her tone firm yet polite. "Could you please arrange a meeting this afternoon?"

.."Trent sighed. It wasn't the first time he dealt with Ophelia, and she always gave him a headache.

"Each department has its workload to handle. You can't expect them to drop everything just for your issue, can you?" added

Trent.

"Do I need to have Kenneth invite them himself?" Ophelia cut to the chase, mentioning Kenneth directly.

Trent furrowed his brow and rubbed his temples. If so, Kenneth would invite them using his gun.

He didn't want to see a bloody scene.

He sighed in resignation, "No need to trouble Mr. Sinclair. I'll have someone contact them; it might just take a little longer." "As long as it's finalized today, I don't care how late it gets," said Ophelia. In Heloria, the name Kenneth still carried weight.

Two hours later, in the spacious conference room, two sparse rows of people sat. Ophelia had also brought Cody and others to attend the meeting.

Are you kidding me? Developing the slums? With the President's permission? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Slums are special places? They are off-limits in Dellanex. They are not allowed for development.

There was a series of voices of opposition.

Faced with these opposing voices, Cody glanced at Ophelia who was calm beside him. "Ophelia, are you seriously planning to develop the slums?" "Yes," Ophelia responded calmly.

They had never learned that, Ophelia wanted to develop the slums.

Trent waved his hand. "Everyone, please quiet down. The feasibility report and assessments are already here, and we need everyone present to check them over. If it's truly feasible, and with the approval of the President, we must proceed."

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"Ms. Spencer, the Gloomhaven slums have been abandoned for years. Developing them is pointless. You're a businesswoman, you understand business-you might end up with nothing. Your team might just have to endure hardship alongside you." "There's no need for concern. I have the support of the Sinclair Group, so I won't be left out in the cold," Ophelia said lightly.

That single remark left them speechless.

Trent was already accustomed to it. Ophelia was incredibly stubborn and notoriously difficult to deal with.

"Right now, we can't even get an accurate count of the population in the slums..."

Before they could finish speaking, Ophelia handed over the population data that Felix and his team had collected.

"With so many people, it's tough to find solutions instantly..."

Ophelia presented the relocation plan then.

Even so, all departments continued to delay, discuss and research without coming up with anything useful.

The sun had already set, and they still hadn't reached a conclusion or put any plans into action.

Though she had already provided reasonable solutions to all potential problems, it seemed like these people didn't hear a thing.

Ophelia stood up, took a gun from her waist, and placed it on the table.

In an instant, the entire conference room fell silent.

Though it was legal to carry guns in Heloria, no one would casually bring a gun to a place like this.

"Continue, I'm listening," Ophelia said with a slight smile, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"Haha... Ophelia, what do you mean by this? Are you planning to threaten us with the gun? Who gave you the nerve?"

"I did." As the words were spoken, the double doors of the conference room were pushed open from outside.