Chapter 68

She kept half of the eight bodyguards to deal with the pile of secondhand goods inside and to handle the Herrera family, so they wouldn’t sneak in again. Then he turned and left.

Ophelia knew that the Herrera family could not come up with the eighty million, but didn’t Hudson still have another company under his name? If everything, including the company, was sold, then wouldn’t there be eighty million? Thinking of this, Ophelia’s eyes turned cold. That’s right; what she wanted was for the Herrera family to have nothing! Everything she received from her mother and from herself had to be returned to her!

“Go to the nearby flower shop,” she instructed in the car. I went out today without my husband again. Although it was understandable, there still had to be some compensation! Thinking of Winford, Ophelia’s mood unconsciously brightened, and the corners of her lips gently lifted. Ophelia came out of the flower shop with a rose after staying there for ten minutes.

Chapter 63

She checked last night the meaning of a rose—you are my only one. I didn’t know if my husband would like it… Suddenly, her footsteps paused, and Ophelia looked across the street, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Husband!”

Just as she was about to call out, Winford, over there, did not see her and turned to enter the clubhouse with Graham and several bodyguards. “Go over there!” she hurriedly said to the bodyguard. Upon entering the clubhouse, she saw the bodyguard standing at the elevator and Alfred. The entire floor had been cleared, and no other guests could be seen.

“Where was Mr. Winford?” Ophelia thought that Alfred would not easily tell her; after all, her husband looked like he was there to do something important. But to her surprise, Alfred actually stepped aside and even pointed out the room where Winford was. Ophelia squinted her eyes and took another look at him, but she was busy going to meet Winford and didn’t think much about it for the time being. With the rose in hand, she ran past Alfred, filled with anticipation.

She knocked on the door of the private room and said, “Honey—” Although he hadn’t used much strength, the door suddenly opened, and a strong smell of blood rushed towards him! The screams inside suddenly stopped, and the person on the ground, whose neck was being stepped on by Winford, twitched once, as if he could take his last breath at any moment.

Ophelia stood frozen at the door, her face pale. The ground was covered in blinding blood, and a bloodied figure that had lost all semblance of humanity lay there. A few subordinates, led by Graham, stood to one side, holding their breath and focusing intently. In the center of the room, Winford stood with his foot on the neck of the bloodied figure, looking up at her.

The man wore a white shirt today, with the sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his strong and powerful arms. One hand was tucked into his pants pocket, and his handsome, sharp-featured face was expressionless. Two drops of bright red blood splattered on the white sleeves. He was imposing and dangerous. The moment he raised his gaze to look at her, his features were sharp and cold, and his eyes were chilling, exuding a menacing aura that seemed to come straight from the depths of hell.

Ophelia trembled, and the rose in her hand fell to the ground. She studied medicine and had seen plenty of bloody scenes in her past life, but she was still shocked by the scene before her. She suddenly covered her mouth, quickly turned around, and ran to the bathroom! The room was in complete silence! Feeling the sudden drop in air pressure in the room, Graham and the others broke out in a cold sweat.

The man’s gaze was cold and shadowy, resembling that of a deity as well as that of the King of Hell. The moment he saw Ophelia appear, his expression changed, but she did not notice. She ran. She escaped.

Winford closed his eyes, kicked the person beside him, and said coldly, “Get rid of it!” He walked briskly towards the bathroom. Not far away, Alfred watched, smiled with satisfaction, and sent out a message— “Elva, I helped you take revenge, Ophelia was finished!”

Restroom. Ophelia’s pale little face leaned against the sink as she retched, dry heaving until tears of physiological distress welled up in her eyes. Winford walked towards the bathroom with long strides, unhurriedly, step by step. Listening to the sound of her retching, there was no expression on his deep and sharp features. No one knew how cold his heart had felt the moment he saw her face show fear. Many people were afraid of him, but he didn’t care; many people disliked his violent side, and he also didn’t care.

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