Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 

Ophelia asked the security guard to pull up the surveillance footage from that night and handed the matter over to the shopping center’s management. 

“If it weren’t for this young man, we would have both suffered losses” Ophelia stated seriously before turning to Eric. 

The manager repeatedly thanked Eric after hearing this. After all, if the paint incident had truly occurred, the mall would not only face large compensation costs but also potential damage to its reputation, possibly risking his job as well. 

Ophelia checked the time, realizing she needed to hurry to Mineroca that afternoon, so she didn’t pursue the matter further. As she returned to the underground parking lot, she finally voiced her lingering question. “Do you know about the incident when Brock came to my store and committed suicide?” 

Eric had his hands in his pockets and nodded, his bangs moving slightly. “Yeah, so I helped you guys take care of it.” His tone was light, as if he were discussing dealing with an animal rather than a person. 

Ophelia realized she had wronged Kenneth. She had always thought Kenneth was the one who killed Brock, but it turned out it was Eric. 

Ophelia stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Eric. “You seem to have been around us a lot lately. Are you planning to keep living in that junk car?” She had noticed signs of life inside the junk car earlier. 

Ophelia suggested, “How about coming to be my security guard? You can also be my driver and help Chloe take care of Wyant. I’ll provide food and lodging” Seeing he remained silent, Ophelia didn’t push him. “Think it over.” 

“Is it a good pay?” Eric blinked his crystal–clear eyes, asking in a tone reminiscent of a child querying whether a toy was expensive. 

“It’s definitely not more than what you earn now, but it’s stable. Since no one knows you and your adoptive father is gone. why not change your life?” 

Eric froze for a moment, his eyes questioning. “How do you know he’s gone?” He had never mentioned this, and they hadn’t. lived in the slums for a long time. His adoptive father was skilled at disguise. No one would know their whereabouts. 

“If he were around, could you be this free right now? Besides, I genuinely need someone with your skills as a helper.” 

“Freedom…” Eric murmured, thinking. I’m like an elephant in a circus, having learned to ‘perform‘ since childhood. Even if I’m no longer bound, I don’t know how to run. 

“I’m heading to Mineroca. Come with me.” Ophelia was tired of talking to Eric and directly commanded him. 

“Okay” 

Mineroca, also known as Gem City, was a second–tier city near Dellanex, about a three–hour drive away. With countless mineral veins around, it attracted many tourists and investors, becoming the largest gemstone trading hub in the country. After getting off the highway, they gradually entered the downtown, where Ophelia began to appreciate the local culture. 

Every street and alley was filled with gemstone shops, with everyone eagerly peering through the glass, anticipating new rough stones emerging. 

Since gemstones were covered in dust when extracted, even experienced buyers found it difficult to determine the quality of the stones with the naked eye. Only close inspections combined with machines could reveal their specific quality. 

The prices of rough stones varied. Higher–quality stones came at a higher cost. And at gemstone auctions, it was all about 

Chapter 73 

luck–you could either tose everything or strike it rich overnight 

After parking the car, Ophelia planned to walk around with Eric nearby, as there was still some time before the scheduled meeting. 

The people from Cameo Charm likely didn’t want to make the trip in vain, so they arranged for Ophelia to meet with those from Fashion Ladies to drive up the price of that batch of goods. 

Ophelia thought. “They really know how to do business. 

Many stores had glass displays showcasing various uncut rough stones. Some shops even offered live cutting demonstrations, drawing crowds of onlookers. 

With a lollipop in her mouth, Ophelia twirled it between her teeth, curiously glancing inside. 

“Not those ones. They’re all fake and deceptive, Eric remarked, his hands stuck in his pockets as he casually glanced, chewing gum. 

You know about this?” Ophelia asked. 

“I once killed a gemstone dealer,” Eric said seriously, not feeling anything inappropriate about his statement. 

“Uh…okay” Ophelia checked the address of the store Chloe ordered from, which was nearby and famous for having the highest rate of high–quality gemstones in Mineroca. 

Ophelia pushed her sunglasses up to her forehead and bit down on her lollipop, the strong green apple flavor filling her mouth and lifting her spirits. However, just as she raised her head, she saw an unpleasant figure approaching. 

Ophelia thought, “The person responsible for purchasing rough stones at Fashion Ladies is actually Miles. Sometimes, fate works in strange ways. 

Miles wore a brown coat, was tall and long–legged, and was followed by a few people. When he spotted Ophelia, his eyes lit up, eager to greet her, only to realize Ophelia ignored him and walked straight into Cameo Charm.