Chapter 387 God Bless
A French local official appeared in front of Finnegan, a man with a large belly and greedy eyes.
It seemed as if what was imprisoned was not a person but a mountain of gold.
The value behind Finnegan was indeed a mountain of gold.
The official looked at Finnegan and said, "As long as you agree to the conditions, you can get out of here. Why suffer here? For you, there is no loss. This is a win-win situation for both parties."
"Sorry, there hasn't been a traitor in the Abbott Family." Finnegan leaned lazily against the wall, curling his lips slightly. "Got any other tricks?"
Money was not a difficult matter for Finnegan, but cooperating with the French government was something he would never agree to.
The official laughed, "Finnegan, you're stubborn here, but the one who will suffer in the end is your wife. By the way, I have news for you. Your wife is here. She is currently in an underground casino, gambling with Morgan. You should know what kind of person Morgan is, lustful and a gambler. Your wife, I heard, is very beautiful. Now that she's on Morgan's turf. I'm afraid."
The official didn't finish his sentence, but Finnegan naturally understood.
Upon hearing that Ophelia had come, Finnegan's expression turned cold, but he quickly masked his concern, suspecting it might be a trick. "It seems you really have no other tricks."
"You don't believe me?" The official took out a phone and played a video showing Ophelia in the underground casino.
Seeing the video, Finnegan could no longer sit still. He immediately stood up and walked quickly to the iron bars, trying to grab the phone.
The official took two steps back, a smug smile on his face, and spoke in perfect English, "It seems our Finnegan is indeed a passionate man. Your wife's safety is in your hands. Will you cooperate with us or continue to stay here?"
Finnegan clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, but he did not relent.
The official laughed, "No rush. You still have time to think about it."
After saying these words, the official left with a smile.
Finnegan was very anxious. He hadn't expected Ophelia to come to France. Fortunately, Ophelia had brought Tate with her. Otherwise, he would be extremely worried.
'Why didn't she stay in New York?' He was worried.
Finnegan knew very well that these officials couldn't possibly keep him detained forever. At most, he would be out in less than five days. Now that Ophelia was here, the situation had changed, and Finnegan was worried something unexpected might happen.
In the underground Casino, after Ophelia threw a three, her heart sank, and the room fell silent.
The onlookers all thought Ophelia was doomed.
Ophelia had caught Morgan's eye, and once that happened, there was no way out.
Women who caught Morgan's eye were either played to death or discarded.
Many of them couldn't bear it and even committed suicide.
Morgan picked up a die and laughed, "A bet is a bet. Don't cry later. Don't worry. I'm a gentle person. I'll take good care of you."
Morgan was extremely arrogant. Ophelia, holding on, said, "It's still early. My three is not the smallest number. I still have a chance to beat you. Until the end, the true loss is uncertain."
When Morgan, with a face full of stubble, spoke, his saliva would splatter onto his beard. Ophelia hated men with too much facial hair. Apart from pet dogs, she really didn't like hairy creatures.
Next to her, Mary was one of the few hoping Ophelia would win. If Ophelia became Morgan's mistress, she would lose his favor. But if Ophelia won and Finnegan got out, she would also be finished. Mary was deeply conflicted and torn.
Ophelia threw a three, and Morgan completely relaxed, casually tossing the die. The die rolled on the table. Ophelia's palms were sweating, and she prayed to God. Tate was fully alert, ready to take Ophelia and run.
Morgan's face was full of smiles, but when the die stopped, his smile froze. He couldn't smile anymore.
Seeing the die show a one, Morgan was dumbfounded, and the onlookers were also surprised. Morgan lost twice in a row, which was incredibly unlucky.
This was purely a game of luck. Ophelia had terrible luck earlier, losing 160 million dollars, but she won both of her bets with Morgan.
Ophelia completely relaxed, her eyebrows unfurrowed. "A bet is a bet. Tomorrow, I want to see Finnegan released from prison."
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