Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

Before Ophelia left the company, she called in Marilyn and handed her a car key. "This is for you. You've worked hard this past year."

"Huh? Ophelia, I... I can't take this," said Marilyn.

She was content with her current job. Holding such a respected position in the industry, with an excellent salary and benefits, she can't accept a car worth tens of thousands of dollars "There's no reason you shouldn't accept it. You've earned it." Most of the company's design and innovation were her work, so Marilyn deserved it. "Besides, I need you to do me a favor." "Shoot, Ophelia."

Ophelia pulled out a car purchase order. "Could you help me out by picking up a car? Just deliver it to Mr. Thompson at the Sinclair Group."

"Mr. Thompson from the Sinclair Group?" Marilyn's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

Marilyn shook her head. Those high-powered executives like Mark kind of scared her.

Anyway, it was just about delivering a car to him. It was not like Mark was going to give her a hard time.

"Sure thing, Ophelia. Don't worry."

Ophelia gave her Mark's number. It seemed like they might need Mark's help a lot in the future.

After leaving the office, Ophelia went to Scott's school.

She checked on how Scott was doing at school; he was performing excellently.

The school was letting them play basketball to relax since the SAT was approaching.

Scott wore a white summer uniform, his short hair neatly cropped. He seemed to have grown taller and looked more robust than before.

Holding a basketball, he worked seamlessly with his teammates, driving to the hoop.

When he made a shot, cheers erupted all around.

During halftime, girls offered him drinks and towels to wipe his sweat.

Seeing him living a normal life now and making friends, Ophelia felt at ease.

After watching silently for a while, she left.

She visited the entertainment company she had set up for Scott and also stopped by James' company.

With Love as My Cause was about to be scheduled, and Rex, along with Thomas, was following the company's lead and promoting outside. James was busy preparing for a new drama, and Kevin was now his trusted screenwriter.

"Your setting is too cliché." James' voice came from the office.

"Get lost, stop bothering me, Kevin tore a page from the script, rumpled it, and tossed it to the floor, where it ended up at Ophelia's feet.

Ophelia crouched down, picked it up, and opened it to take a look inside.

"Isn't this setting quite good?" Ophelia's voice softly drifted in from the doorway.

The two middle-aged men simultaneously turned to look.

"Elia," Kevin adjusted the black-framed glasses on his nose.

Seeing Ophelia, James' expression changed drastically. "Yeah, I also think the setting is good, but the background doesn't match modern tastes."

"No, it's just that your taste is outdated," said Kevin.

This setting was the direction where future major IPs were headed; Kevin's ideas had always been ahead of the curve.

With someone supporting him, Kevin immediately straightened up.

"See? You can't go wrong listening to Elia." Kevin lifted his head proudly.

James could only agree helplessly.

"Kevin, remember to always stick to your ideas. Don't let anyone sway you. Be yourself and write the stories you want to write." In the future, Kevin will become the best screenwriter. "Yeah, yeah, I'm that 'someone else. With you backing me up, how could I dare make any moves..." James pretended to be upset as he replied sarcastically.

But when Ophelia finished her sentence, Kevin's eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he assessed her in front of him.

He felt Elia's expression was strange.

"Elia, is something wrong?" Kevin asked, which sounded like a random question to James.

Ophelia smiled slightly. "Nope, I just don't want you to get bullied."

In the past, Kevin was always bullied because he was honest.

"Oh, are you saying I'm the suspect here? Would I dare bully him? His temper has been getting worse, and as his boss, I have to tread lightly," James joked.

Elia laughed along, while Kevin still looked worriedly at Elia.

"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" asked Kevin.

"Oh, and Kevin, I've got some good news. The slum redevelopment has started," she added.

"Really?" Kevin's eyes lit up with excitement.

Kevin knew Elia was the best; whatever she said would come true.

"Where's Elia? Has she arrived yet?" Sharon appeared at the company entrance, looking around eagerly. As soon as she heard Elia had arrived, she rushed over to see her. Visiting James' company felt just like being at home now.

"Sharon, you haven't even finished your makeup yet."

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"Sharon, slow down a bit." Two young assistants followed her, one on each side.

Seeing Ophelia, Sharon dashed towards her like the wind, giving her a huge bear hug.

"Elia, I've missed you so much." said Sharon.

Ophelia let her hug her. "Okay, okay, why are you acting more and more like a kid these days?"

There wasn't any trace of Sharon she used to know.

"Sharon is like a child now that she's got someone doting on her the assistant giggled, covering her mouth.

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Just then, Thomas returned from his promotional work outside. He first went to the studio next door to catch a glimpse of his wife, but when he was told she wasn't there, he quickly hurried over there. "Hello, Ms. Spencer," he greeted Ophelia and then immediately turned his full attention to Sharon, "Honey, why are you wearing such high heels?"

"Are these that high? They were not even 330 feet high."

"You shouldn't be wearing heels this high now." Thomas gently reminded her, "Please, change out of them for me."

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She glanced at Sharon's curvy figure, her eyes resting on the slightly rounded belly that wasn't very noticeable yet. She seemed to get it.

Sharon looked a bit shy. "Hehe... it's not even three months yet."

Thomas kept silent and scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit shy.

These two were moving fast.

Ophelia was somewhat impressed by Thomas.

There were countless tricky men in the world, but Thomas was the kind who seemed honest on the outside but was full of schemes, gradually "winning over" Sharon. Luckily, he had used his sincerity to care for what he had "won over" all these years.

Watching Sharon being spoiled like a kid now, Ophelia was truly happy for her.

"Elia, the dress you helped me pick last time is arriving soon. I'll try it on, and you can tell me how it looks. Do you want to come to the film festival with us tonight?" asked Sharon. Ophelia was about to answer when sudden, hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

"Sis. Sis. Sis. Sis. Sis..." Rex dashed over like a bolt of lightning, arms wide open.

Thomas quickly moved Sharon to the side to make sure she wouldn't get bumped by accident.

"Sis, how come you didn't tell me you were coming?" asked Rex.

Ophelia frowned and took two steps back, reaching out her hand to block the person, keeping him half a meter away.