Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 216

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216.Chapter 216

He shot the guy a frosty glare, and the attacker froze, feeling like his whole body had been turned to ice by that look.

“Mr. Caldwell!” Ryan came running over with his men, his eyes blazing with worry. “You’re hurt!”

“I’m fine,” Alaric gritted out, forcing his voice to sound steady. For some reason, he didn’t want Ophelia to worry.

Ryan’s face went pale. The moment he saw Ophelia in danger, Alaric had rushed in without hesitation. They’d chased after him, but still ended up a step too late.

Just watching that bat hit made Ryan wince. He had no idea how bad Alaric was hurt.

But since Alaric clearly didn’t want to make a fuss, Ryan kept his mouth shut and didn’t ask any more questions.

With Ryan and his crew jumping in, the tables turned in an instant. They handled those guys in no time, leaving the attackers sprawled out and defeated.

Alaric held Ophelia tight against his chest, his eyes fixed on her wounded arm. The killer intent in his gaze was unmistakable, and the icy aura he gave off was enough to make anyone shiver.

‘Damn it, these idiots actually laid a hand on her!’ Alaric fumed inside, rage surging through him.

Noticing the change in his vibe, Ophelia glanced up, meeting those deep, stormy eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She could see the fury simmering beneath the surface, barely held back. The more he tried to restrain it, the scarier he seemed.

‘Guess this is who he really is, Ophelia thought, a little shaken.

‘Right, he was never some harmless nice guy. A man who could call the shots in Dunhollow without breaking a sweat. Whether it was strength, temper, or ruthless tactics, this was the real Alaric Caldwell: terrifying and unstoppable.’

Ophelia masked the worry in her eyes and asked quietly, “Are you okay?”

She kept her gaze on his chest, but it was obvious she was really asking about the injury on his back.

“It’s nothing,” Alaric said, his eyes cool and composed, as if he hadn’t been hurt at all.

Ophelia bit her lip, holding back the urge to press further. This wasn’t the right moment to talk about his wounds.

Alaric shifted his gaze to the guys they’d just taken down, his eyes locking onto the leader. “Who put you up to this?”

The leader hung his head, and the rest kept their mouths shut, not even daring to look up.

Seeing their silence, Ophelia’s eyes went cold as she cut in. “They won’t admit it, but I think I know exactly who’s behind

this.”

Alaric glanced at her, his voice unconsciously gentler. “How do you want to handle this?”

His tone stayed calm, but he radiated that king-of-the-world vibe, like he could decide who lived or died with a word. Ophelia looked at Alaric, a faint smirk playing on her lips. ‘Yeah, he’s got every reason to act like he owns the place,’ she thought.

Ophelia shifted her gaze, her voice cool and dismissive. “These guys don’t matter. Just toss them wherever. As for the mastermind behind all this…”

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