Chapter 104 A Blocked Path
The Christmas tree, exquisitely made and expensive with small diamonds hanging from it, was clearly a gift meant for a woman. It was obvious that this gift carried significant weight in the heart of Finnegan. Surely, it was meant for some enchantress, a siren of sorts, who charmed Finnegan.
"Miss Niamh, I was not aware earlier on. Mr. Atticus just informed me that this is a gift Mr. Abbott prepared for a male client from abroad, whose wife enjoys collecting such jewelry," Linda crafted a quick lie.
In a bid to sound convincing, Linda spotted Atticus and called him over, "Mr. Atticus, could you come here for a moment, and explain to Miss Niamh about whom this gift is intended for?"
Atticus quickly caught on and played along perfectly, "Yes, this is a gift that Mr. Abbott intended for Mr. James as a welcoming present."
Linda used the opportunity to persuade Niamh, "Please, Miss Niamh, don't make this difficult for me. Mr. James will be arriving soon, and if you take the gift it could offend him. If Mr. Abbott finds out, he's certainly going to be upset. If he learns that Miss Niamh took the gift and it affected the collaboration..."
Linda's implication was clear, and Niamh got the message. She didn't want to sabotage Finnegan's business and believed Linda and Atticus, "Understood, I won't take it."
Without overthinking, Niamh left.
Linda breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, she's gone."
Atticus asked, "Linda, why did you just lie?"
"I couldn't say it was a gift from Mr. Abbott to Ophelia, could I?" Linda replied. "I got the impression from Miss Niamh that the families might be considering a marriage alliance. Whether it's true or successful isn't for us to decide, but if she knew that Mr. Abbott was pursuing Ophelia, it would surely cause trouble for Ophelia and lead to unnecessary complications."
Atticus gave a thumbs-up. "Mr. Abbott pays you a million-dollar salary and it's worth every penny."
Linda smiled smugly. "One has to be adroit in every situation, solve all difficulties for the boss. By the way, why didn't you go with Mr. Abbott to the next county?"
"He made the decision at the last minute," Atticus explained. "Now, I've got other matters to attend to."
...
After leaving the company, Ophelia hesitated over whether to call Finnegan or send him a message.
She drafted the message several times before finally deleting it.
Some things are better said in person.
Finnegan, away on business in the neighboring county, was unaware of the developments back home. Soon, night fell and Finnegan was on his way back.
His car emerged from a tunnel to find the road ahead scattered with spikes and broken glass. His tires ran over the metal spikes just at the mouth of the tunnel, and before long, a tire blew out. Due to the high speed, the front end of the car dipped, and the vehicle nearly flipped on its side. At the crucial moment, the driver swerved the steering wheel, and the car slammed into the highway guardrail, stopping narrowly.
With no other vehicles in sight on this stretch of road, and the river on the right side, the situation was dire. Suddenly, more than a dozen motorcycles roared up from behind, encircling Finnegan's damaged car.
The leader of the pack, a man with a wolf tattooed on his left arm, was unrecognizable in his helmet and tightly zipped motorcycle gear.
The other riders, dressed similarly, stared at Finnegan inside his car as they revved their engines menacingly.
Then, they dismounted and pulled out machetes and iron bars.
Despite the situation, Finnegan remained stoic. From the moment his car was sabotaged to being surrounded by the motorcycle gang, his expression was one of cool detachment and aloofness.
The atmosphere inside Finnegan's car grew tense as the two bodyguards looked to him for instruction. "Mr. Abbott?"
Finnegan nodded, signaling them to exit the vehicle.
Once the two bodyguards stepped out, it left just Finnegan and the driver inside the car. Shortly after, a brawl broke out between the bodyguards and about a dozen biker thugs. Finnegan lit a cigarette, taking his time before stepping out of the car with a sharp gaze fixed on a tattooed-armed man.
"Oscar Abbott, what's this? You looking to join your dad in prison?"
The tattooed man was none other than Mason Abbott's son, Oscar. Ever since Finnegan put Mason behind bars, Oscar had harbored a grudge and was always looking for a chance to get even.
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