Chapter 13
Damien’s face was thunderous, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Bring Ophelia back!” he roared.
His long fingers clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking menacingly. He was extremely furious.
Taylor hurried to stop Ophelia. He saw that she had been lingering by the elevator, and her eyes lit up with an unusual gleam when she saw him coming. He immediately felt a wave of disdain.
He had always looked down on someone like Ophelia, never understanding why Damien would be interested in her before. He still didn’t understand now. In his view, Celeste was a thousand times better than her in every way, but Darien just didn’t treasure her.
Perhaps this was what happened when you got tired of what you had. It was not his place to judge.
Seeing Taylor approach, Ophelia couldn’t help but smile slightly, though she still squeezed out a few tears.
“Did Damien ask you to bring me back? I don’t want to return to his side anymore. Tell him I don’t want to be a mistress anymore.”
She snorted softly, pouted, and made as if to leave. But Taylor blocked her path expressionlessly. “I’m sorry, Ms. Hart, Mr. Ashford wants to see you. You can’t leave.”
He spoke with an air of authority that brooked no disobedience, forcibly pulling her toward the office. Ophelia felt something was wrong. There was a vague uneasiness in her heart, though she couldn’t pinpoint where this anxiety came from.
With a thud, the office door closed and locked.
Damien walked up to Ophelia and grabbed her throat tightly, demanding harshly, “Where did you get the nerve to bully and frame Celeste like that? Had I been spoiling you too much before?”
“Mmph! No… I didn’t… It was Celeste…” Ophelia’s face turned red as she kept pushing at his hands, making broken, fragmented grunts.
The air in her lungs grew thinner and thinner, and her vision started to go black. Just as she was about to suffocate, Damien finally released his grip. He casually threw her to the ground, his eyes full of anger and hatred.
After being given a second chance at life, Ophelia gasped for air desperately, tears rolling down involuntarily. Even so, they could no longer evoke even a
trace of sympathy from Damien.
Not knowing how much he had discovered, she continued to play the victim as usual. She clutched at his pant leg with red, swollen eyes, her thin frame shaking as she put on a picture of complete innocence.
She spoke weakly, “Damien… No, Mr. Ashford, I really didn’t do anything. It’s all a misunderstanding. I can explain.
“Did Ms. Wilde get jealous and angry? Can’t I apologize to her? Please don’t treat me like this. I’m so scared…”
Damien looked down at her coldly, feeling a wave of self–mockery. Had he truly been played by such a woman? How ridiculous!
With a cold expression, he kicked her away as he scoffed. “Taylor, whatever way Ophelia framed Celeste and made her suffer, make her pay it back
tenfold!
“Start by giving her 100 slaps. You do it!”
As Ophelia heard Damien’s ruthless words, she collapsed limply on the ground in shock. There was only one thought in her mind. She was utterly done
for!
He knew everything, and he was going to take revenge on her for Celeste!
Ophelia’s eyes filled with despair, her pupils darting around frantically as she desperately tried to think of a way to save herself. Seeing Taylor getting closer and closer, she kept backing away, shaking her head desperately.
“No… You can’t do this to me…
“I didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not my fault. Damien, don’t you love me? You don’t like Celeste anymore anyway, so wasn’t it good that I helped you drive her away?” She shouted in panic.
