Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 43

**Paths Lead To Purpose — Kevin Masters**
**Chapter 43**

“Sports cars are undeniably appealing,” she remarked, a subtle arch of her brow accentuating her words; this was quintessential Ophelia.

“Why not take one for a spin?” Dylan proposed, his enthusiasm evident.

After a moment of contemplation, Ophelia responded with a decisive nod. “Absolutely.”

She took a moment to peruse a few other models, but her heart remained steadfastly drawn to the sleek lines and roaring engines of the sports cars.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” a sales associate greeted them, his expression tinged with uncertainty as he surveyed the trio.

The young man and the boy standing alongside Ophelia exuded an air of privilege; their confident postures and assured demeanor spoke volumes about their backgrounds.

Yet, the girl among them was a puzzle. Her casual attire seemed almost incongruous in the presence of such affluence.

*How could she possibly belong with these two heirs?* the salesperson mused, a flicker of skepticism crossing his mind.

“Hello. I’d like to take that one for a test drive,” Ophelia declared, pointing assertively at the car that had caught her eye.

The salesperson hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. “Miss, are you the one intending to purchase the vehicle?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ophelia’s voice turned frosty, her gaze sharpening like a blade.

It was painfully clear to everyone present that the salesperson was making assumptions based solely on her appearance, questioning her financial capability to even consider such a vehicle. Dylan’s expression hardened, an icy chill radiating from him. “Whatever car she desires, you will make the necessary arrangements. The rest is none of your concern.”

“Exactly,” Owen chimed in, his small stature brimming with defiance. “What, do you think we can’t afford it?”

Seeing both gentlemen rise to Ophelia’s defense, the salesperson quickly scrambled to clarify, “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all. I was simply surprised that this young lady already possesses a driver’s license.”

“Is obtaining a license really that challenging?” Ophelia let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Even your excuses drip with condescension.”

“No, no—what I meant was, you appear quite youthful. I didn’t realize you were of driving age yet.” The salesperson attempted a sheepish smile, desperately trying to mend the situation.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow, *So, she knows how to grovel when necessary, does she?*

Feeling too fatigued to engage in further argument, she slid a sleek black card across the counter. “Now, go fetch the car.”

“Yes, right away, Miss. I’ll take care of everything immediately,” the salesperson responded, bowing her head and scurrying away, no longer daring to waste even a heartbeat.

She had no idea how this girl had come into possession of the owner’s card, but one thing was painfully clear.

She could not afford to offend this young woman.

“Please hold on for just a moment,” the salesperson called out, her urgency palpable as she rushed off to prepare for Ophelia’s test drive.

“Ophelia, did you see how quickly that salesperson flipped her attitude? It’s honestly revolting,” Owen remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.

He had little tolerance for people like that, those who looked down their noses at others without a second thought.

Ophelia’s gaze remained cool and unyielding. “This isn’t just any dealership. It’s to be expected for the staff here to act all high and mighty.” She understood the dynamics at play, but she refused to tolerate such condescension.

As she waited, a tall figure suddenly loomed over her, casting a shadow that blocked out the sunlight.

Ophelia glanced up, momentarily bewildered, and her eyes locked onto Alaric’s deep, enigmatic gaze.