Chapter 498 Car Thief
This was the first time that their parents had had a meal together.
Dovie was dead, and Wilder, as Ophelia's father, had become Ophelia's strongest support.
Jude and Wilder had known each other for over twenty years, and now they could sit down to eat together again, which was fate.
Jude was happy, and when he was happy, he drank a lot.
Wilder also needed to drink heartily, with Jude for company, the two could drink more freely.
While drinking, they decided on Ophelia and Finnegan's wedding, and even the wedding details had been discussed.
Ophelia and Finnegan did not object, and it was at this moment that Ophelia suddenly understood the meaning of the wedding.
A wedding was not just a ceremony of two people coming together, but also a way to express blessings to both sets of parents, family, and friends. This wedding must happen to satisfy their parents.
After drinking, Jude and Wilder got drunk, and in the end, it was Finnegan who helped each of them into the car and sent them back to the Abbott family's old mansion.
After dropping them off at the old mansion, Finnegan and Ophelia returned to their own home.
On the way back, Ophelia said, "Today, I could tell that my dad drank too much, and he seemed to have let go of a lot."
"He needed to let it out," Finnegan said as he drove with one hand. "Did you find him in the graveyard?"
"Yes." Ophelia took a deep breath. "My dad actually slept in the graveyard for a night. I used to be afraid of the dark and dead people. I couldn't stay in the graveyard for a night."
"In your dad's eyes, the person lying there is the most beloved. Being closer to your mom, he no longer fears," Finnegan explained.
Ophelia understood that love could conquer fear. The person in the grave was her beloved, and there was no need to fear at all.
"After being out for a few hours and I miss Warmie a bit." Ophelia mentioned Warmie, feeling a bit softened. "By the way, what did Oscar go to the company for today?"
"To steal a seal." Finnegan smirked. "The mastermind behind the scenes couldn't hold back."
"You mean the owner of the CC Club, Deacon?" Finnegan hadn't told Ophelia about this, so he was surprised that she guessed it. "How did you know Oscar was working for Deacon?"
"I guessed," Ophelia said. "Recently, the only one who has been against you is Deacon. I'm just curious about Deacon's intentions. I don't believe it's for Niamh."
"I haven't figured out Deacon's intentions either." Finnegan looked serious. "I have people continuing to investigate."
"By the way, Tate told me she's going out to do something," Ophelia said. "I'm worried she might have run into something again. Have you found out about Tate's background?"
"Just received the information this morning," Finnegan said. "Tate is a professional assassin in the underground organization Moonlight Gate. But strangely, someone like Tate would take on a bodyguard job. Atticus managed to recruit her, which is quite miraculous."
In fact, it was coincidental for Atticus to find Tate. He put out a recruitment notice for a female bodyguard, and Tate applied.
Hearing this, Ophelia felt a pang of heartache. "Tate must have had a tough journey to get here. When I asked her before, she said both her parents had passed away. It seems Tate is a person with a difficult life."
'Being an assassin means living on the edge. How did Tate end up on this path?' she thought.
Ophelia had spent a few months with Tate and realized she wasn't the ruthless and bloodthirsty type.
Meanwhile, in a certain alley in New York, Tate stumbled out, blood streaming down her back, being chased by others.
Tate had just descended from a high building of dozens of meters using a hook rope. When she landed, she was out of strength and fell from a height of two meters to the ground. She was exhausted, but without a moment's rest, she got up and continued forward.
The alley was secluded, with a car parked ahead, its headlights on. In the darkness at the mouth of the alley, there seemed to be a figure.
It looked like someone was urinating in the corner.
Due to the lighting, the person couldn't be clearly seen.
Tate hastened her steps, stumbling over, and before the person urinating could react, she opened the driver's door and got in.
"What the hell, are you stealing my car?" The person urinating was Caspian, who had a sudden urge to pee and couldn't find a restroom, so he peed there.
Caspian immediately pulled up his pants and got into the car.
"How dare you steal my car!" Caspian hadn't noticed that the person in front was Tate. He was about to grab Tate when Tate heard footsteps chasing from the alley, stepped on the gas, and the car drove out.
Due to inertia, Caspian fell backward and then leaned forward, his nose hitting the seat and feeling pain.
Caspian was furious, about to speak up, but he saw a woman in front of him with a long cut on her back. Blood had soaked her entire back, and he was stunned.
"If you want to live, shut up and give me your car. I'm just borrowing it. I'll return it later," Tate said, not knowing who was behind her.
Tate endured the pain and said this to keep the person behind her calm. The voice made Caspian recognize her, and he leaned forward to look. "Tate? What the hell, it's you!"
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