Chapter 444 Dining with the Prince
'It had to be Finnegan,' he thought.
Seraphina still had feelings for Finnegan.
Magnus was not surprised by this. Men like Finnegan, given the slightest chance, was someone anyone would marry.
Marrying into a wealthy family meant a lifetime of luxury.
Finnegan had the capital to drive women crazy.
"Who ordered the coffee for Seraphina?" Magnus inquired, "Who else has Seraphina been in contact with?"
After investigating for so long and asking a few questions to Landon, it was highly likely that Seraphina had been poisoned before she went in.
There are poisons in this world that could be timed, which reacted at a specific time, or induced under certain conditions, causing poisoning.
All of this happens quietly.
Mia said, "I don't know about that. Seraphina didn't tell me either. That’s all I know. Now I have to go to work."
Magnus couldn't get anything else out of her. He noticed that there were surveillance cameras at the dormitory entrance. Since someone delivered the coffee, they could check the surveillance footage.
Magnus needed the authority to check, so he could only inform Landon, who was handling the case, about this discovery.
In the Royal Hotel, Wilder sat on the sofa, recalling his conversation with Ophelia on the street.
"Honey, what are you thinking about?" Catherine walked over with a smile and sat beside him.
"Today, I met an interesting girl," Wilder said, " She gave me a very familiar feeling. This girl can speak fluent French. She stood in the crowd with a big belly, and I couldn't help but walk toward her. She stood there quietly, embodying all things beautiful."
The French were known for their romanticism.
Catherine asked, "What kind of girl?"
Wilder happily showed Katherine the trend on the Internet. "Look, it's this girl. She said her name was Ophelia. I just asked the tour guide. This Ophelia has quite a background. She is the wife of the head of Abbott's Corporation and the heiress of the Parks Corporation. This girl has many legends surrounding her. She is an orphan, a lost heiress who was just being recognized by her family, and her mother has passed away."
Looking at the photo and listening to Wilder's description, Catherine knew what was going on.
Because this Ophelia was Wilder's daughter.
"That girl is very lucky," Catherine said calmly, "She exudes confidence, and I would like to meet her too."
"Me too, Catherine, I also want to meet this girl again. Tomorrow, I'll have the tour guide help with the introduction. Katherine, you will definitely like this girl."
Seeing Wilder so excited, Katherine felt a mix of emotions. She accompanied him to New York, fearing that Wilder would remember the past and their more than twenty years of loving marriage would come to an end.
"Alright, let's meet this girl tomorrow."
The night fell.
Ophelia was watching TV with Finnegan at home when the head of the tour guide came with people to deliver Prince Wilder's invitation. They invited Ophelia and Finnegan for lunch together the next day, which surprised Ophelia.
She glanced at Finnegan and then asked the head of the tour guide, "What does Mr. Wilder mean? Why is this happening?"
"Mr. Wilder really likes you," the head of the tour guide explained, "Please, don't misunderstand. Mr. Wilder just appreciates Mrs. Abbott for her kind nature and beauty."
To reassure Ophelia, Finnegan was also invited to join.
Ophelia and Finnegan naturally accepted the invitation.
"Alright, my husband and I will be there on time tomorrow."
"Someone will come to pick you up tomorrow. Sorry to disturb you at such a late hour," the head said politely, treating Ophelia with respect and courtesy.
Ophelia smiled and nodded, "Okay, thank you."
Ophelia and Finnegan saw the head of the tour guide off together. After the people left, they smiled at each other. "Having dinner with the French royal descendants, I never dared to dream of such a thing before."
Finnegan stood with his hands behind his back, his thin lips slightly curved. "I'm basking in your glory."
Ophelia smiled and asked, "If we go tomorrow, will the stocks of the Parks family and the Abbott family rise again?"
"Definitely." Finnegan raised his hand to touch Ophelia's head, his eyes full of tenderness. "Darling, you're really lucky this time."
"I feel like it's fate. My mom is blessing me," Ophelia said, "I used to be jinxed. By the way, what should we wear tomorrow? We need to prepare."
"I'll have Linda prepare them. Let's rest well and look our best tomorrow.”
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