Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

COMMENT 0 Chapter 318 A few minutes later, Noah exited the head office and followed Kenneth and the other, heading to Dellanex together.

Before the plane landed, Noah looked at Ophelia with a serious expression. "Ophelia, I'm in favor of your plan to develop the slums. I'll make sure to verify the situation quickly." "Thanks, I appreciate it," Ophelia nodded. She was pleased to have Noah's support, even though she knew it was largely thanks to Kenneth.

However, if the area could be developed soon, they could settle the elderly and children by the end of the year. Hopefully, this year the people in the slums wouldn't have to go hungry or freeze again.

"But I have a question for you," Noah said, his gaze fixed on her eyes, his emotions hard to read.

"Go ahead." "Have you lived in the slums since you were born?" "Pretty much, I've been living there since I can remember," She didn't know if she was abandoned there or born there. Either way, she was an orphan who grew up in the slums.

Noah thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. "The conditions there must be rough." Ophelia thought, 'It was more than tough.' She gave a bitter smile, "Are kids in the countryside struggling? They are, but they know that as long as they study hard, there's a chance for a brighter future. But for those living in the slums, hope is something they can't see." The moment their registration listed them as being from Gloomhaven slums, it was like they had an unerasable mark on them. Forget about going to school, even when looking for a job, they'd earn less than others. Ophelia told Noah about the real situation there, with half of it being her own experiences and the rest from injustices she'd seen firsthand.

Kenneth, standing beside her, listened to all this and furrowed his brows in concern.

Yet, as Ophelia spoke, it sounded like she was recounting events that had happened to someone else. If it weren't for living a second life, she wouldn't have thought of redeveloping the slums. Her mindset, had been shaped by the people there. "I'll assess the slum situation as soon as possible." After getting off the plane, the three of them parted ways at the entrance of the private international airport. Noah waved down a taxi. "To the downtown apartment, please." "Sure thing," The taxi driver flipped down the empty sign and started driving towards the downtown apartment. In the cramped taxi, Noah sat up straight with a commanding presence that made others hesitant to start a conversation. His dark eyes gazed at the scenery outside the window.

As the car headed downtown, it passed a flower shop, and Noah suddenly thought of something and asked the driver to stop immediately. By the tthe car reached the downtown apartment, it was already dark.

The meter showed a high fare, and Noah paid, stepping out with a bouquet of blue irises in his hand. Blue irises were hard to find. He had to search all the city's flower shops to get them.

1/3 Chapter 318 He got into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. Everything was so familiar. His serious and indifferent face showed no emotions, but his clenched fists and the flicker in his eyes hinted at his nervousness.

The elevator reached the tenth floor. Noah took a deep breath and stepped out just as the elevator doors were closing. He walked slowly to the door, familiar scenes playing back in his mind.

His memories were gradually coming back. Even though many things were hard to recall clearly, his feelings remained unchanged. He knocked on the door, standing a little straighter without realizing it.

His Adam's apple moved slightly on his black crew-neck tank top. He knocked on the door twice more. He had excellent hearing and could hear footsteps inside getting closer. With each step, his heartbeat quickened. Yet, his sharply defined features showed no expression.

The door was opened from the inside. "Who is it?" Facing an unfamiliar face, Noah barely furrowed his brow, his eyes gradually losing their brightness, becoming as calm and still as a tranquil pond.

The woman who opened the door looked surprised, her face having been impatient before. She found Noah was really handsome. She tidied her messy hair, put on a smile, and her voice beca bit softer. "Who are you looking for?" Noah slightly slouched and glanced around the somewhat unfamiliar apartment. He might have remembered it wrong. His memory was a bit jumbled. The events of the past five years were overwhelmed by restored memories, making many things unclear. "Have you been living here the whole time?" Noah's voice was a bit cold.

The woman was caught off guard, but was happy to answer such a handsguy's question. "No, I just moved in recently. You must be looking for the previous tenant. She's not living here anymore." "Sorry to bother you," Noah nodded slightly to show his apology, turned toward the elevator, and his departure seemed inexplicably lonely. He thought, 'So you had moved out. Do you not wantto find you?' He

got back into the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, and as it descended slowly, he stared stared om absentmindedly at the Blue irises he was holding. The elevator stopped at several floors, and a few people got on, pushing Noah to the back. "So, tell mommy what you want for dinner tonight?" "I want mommy's homemade apple pie." "Alright, my little foodie." Suddenly, Noah froze. He quickly looked up and saw a familiar figure walk by in front of him, just as the elevator doors were closing. One hand held shopping bags and the other held a little boy's hand.

In an instant, it felt like all of Noah's senses vanished. He opened his mouth, but no sound cout.

He squeezed forward, trying to press the button to open the elevator doors, but they had already elosed and were continuing down. It was just on the sixth floor.

As soon as the elevator stopped at another floor, he rushed out first, desperately pressing the button to go el back up. While waiting for the elevator, he held the blue iris tightly in his hands. He had never felt his heart beat so fast before.

He couldn't quite understand his actions, feeling as though someone else was inside him, gradually m breaking through his restraint. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he walked in and pressed the button for the 6th floor. With each floor the elevator passed, his heart beat faster and his mind replayed the image and sound he had just seen and heard. 9/3 (+5 When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out holding the blue iris. There were many residents, so he started knocking on doors one by one after roughly determining the direction. Neither of them was right.

He paused in front of the last door. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his throat, making it hard to breathe. His calloused hand hovered in the air, hesitating to knock.

At that moment, there was a click as the lock turned.