Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378

Chapter 378

“I’m fine, it’s just some red wine on my clothes,” Ophelia sighed, feeling helpless. ‘Great, now I really have to go change, she thought.

She’d come straight from work, only wearing her work clothes, and hadn’t brought a spare to change into.

“Go change,” Ella said, frowning a little. “Find a lounge to rest in, and I’ll have someone bring you a change of clothes.”

“Alright,” Ophelia agreed. ‘Guess that’s the only option right now, she thought.

Ella helped Ophelia find a lounge, all the while calling her secretary to bring over a change of clothes.

The sudden commotion drew a lot of curious glances, but once people realized it was nothing serious, they quickly lost interest and turned away.

After arriving at the lounge, Ella watched Ophelia slip into the bathroom to clean up. “Boss, hang tight. I’ll go get your clothes from the front desk,” she called out.

“Alright,” came Ophelia’s voice from the bathroom.

With that, Ella headed out the door.

After a few moments, Ophelia heard the door open. Thinking it was Ella, she raised her voice, “Ella, is that you?”

When no one replied, Ophelia frowned, walked over, and opened the bathroom door.

She stuck her head out to look, only to see a drunken old man staggering into the room. Her face fell immediately.

“You’ve got the wrong room. Get out!” Ophelia snapped, her voice icy and commanding.

The drunk froze for a second, then leered at her, his grin sleazy. “Well, well, looks like we’ve got ourselves a spicy little thing. I do love spicy girls.”

He staggered toward the bathroom, slurring, “Already in the shower, huh? Why don’t we shower together?”

In a rush, Ophelia had no choice but to slip her wine-soaked clothes back on.

Just as the drunk grabbed the bathroom door, Ophelia swung it open and, without a second thought, kicked him squarely, knocking him flat on the floor.

“Into spicy girls, are you?” Ophelia’s gaze was ice-cold, sending shivers down his spine. She stepped up, drove her heel into his gut with a bit of force, and said coldly, “Is this spicy enough for you?”

“Help! Murder! Somebody save me!” the drunk screamed bloody murder, his face turning a nasty shade of purple from the pain.

“Still not spicy enough for you?” Ophelia clicked her tongue, sounding almost disappointed, then dug her heel in even harder. “What about now?”

“Mercy, boss lady! I didn’t know I was messing with a big shot! Please, let me live!” the drunk sobbed, finally sobering up as he begged for his life.

Ophelia looked down at him with utter contempt, her voice laced with biting sarcasm. “Didn’t you say you liked to play? What’s wrong, this game not so fun for you now?”

“No, it’s not fun! Please, boss lady, let me go!” the drunk wailed, snot and tears streaming down his face.

“Wrong answer. Try again. Are you having fun now?” Ophelia pressed her heel down even harder, her gaze turning even colder, full of menace.

‘He barged into the lounge and started spewing that disgusting crap? He’s just asking for trouble,’ Ophelia thought, her anger simmering.

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