Chapter 262 The High-Speed Cannot Brake.
The truth was extremely cruel but Ophe must tell Magnus. Otherwise, he will still be trapped in the swamp of family affection.
Magnus finished his drink in one gulp, then stood up. He forcefully threw the bottle far away and roared into the distance to vent his emotions.
From the beginning, he was never loved by his parents. He was abandoned.
He went to great lengths to find his biological parents, only to realize it was all a joke.
It was so ridiculous.
Magnus now had a home he couldn't return to. The media harassed his office, many reporters blocked the entrance, and some angry netizens threw eggs and rotten vegetables while cursing.
The office could only keep the door closed. Damon wanted to contact Magnus, but he couldn't reach him and was also very worried.
Magnus followed Finnegan and the others back to Rose Garden. Ophe asked him to stabilize his emotions, not to go online for the next two days, and to stay at home peacefully.
She would handle the left things.
Finnegan had already sent someone to Tobias's hometown, and they should be able to retrieve the evidence of Tobias selling his children for wealth by tomorrow at the latest.
Ophe tried her best for Magnus. It was late at night, and she didn't sleep, but she still organized the existing evidence in her hands.
Finnegan walked over and massaged her when he saw her so hard. "Ophe, take a break. There's still time to do these things tomorrow."
"I'm too angry to sleep," Ophe said. "Look at how harsh the online insults are. If Magnus sees them, he'll be furious. By the way, darling, I need one more favor from you."
Finnegan sat down beside her; his eyes full of indulgence. "Tell me."
"Look into this reporter, Molise, who wrote the article about Magnus's harassment," Ophe said. "She's adding fuel to the fire by spreading rumors and making the situation worse. If she's not afraid of the consequences, then let her try."
Finnegan smiled. "Anyone who crosses you should be careful."
He liked Ophe's way of defending her friends.
"That's how one should be—an eye for an eye," Ophe said with a smile.
"Be careful. Don't offend me. Last time, I was even prepared to put my foot down," Ophe said.
"Fortunately, I have a high level of awareness, so I was spared the suffering of punishment." Finnegan took out his phone. "I'll give Linda a call and let her handle the matter with the female reporter."
"Thank you, darling." Ophe's mood instantly improved. She hooked her hands around Finnegan's neck and kissed him. "Is this a reward for you?"
He smiled brightly. "Are you sure it's not a punishment?"
He couldn't do anything practical, and she still teased him. Wasn't that a form of torture?
Ophe laughed and rubbed her belly. "The baby is truly my little lucky star."
Finnegan also touched Ophe's belly, his eyes filled with anticipation. Both of them looked forward to meeting the baby.
"Let's call the baby Little Lucky Star," Finnegan advised.
"Didn't you say last time that if it's a boy, we'll name him Julian, and if it's a girl, we'll name her Joy?" Ophe asked.
"Did I? I forgot." Finnegan stood up and carried her toward the big bed. "Let's kiss."
"No."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ophe's lips were sealed with a kiss.
It was a punishment for both of them—arousing desires but not daring to go further.
It was not easy to hit the brakes when you were already on the highway.
At a time of confusion and emotional entanglement, Ophe asked, "Everything should be fine, right?"
"The baby is still small, so we should be careful," Finnegan replied. He felt uncomfortable.
Ophe couldn't help but laugh when she saw he was struggling to endure. She placed her hands on his chest and said, "Get up and lie down."
Finnegan asked, "Why?" but still obediently did as he was told and lay down.
After he lay down, Ophe removed his shirt and buried her head between his legs.
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