Chapter 512 Who Falls into Whose Trap
Ophelia left the company and returned to the Abbott family's old mansion. She planned to personally prepare dinner tonight and have a family meal together at home.
Just after Ophelia left, Finnegan received a message that Deacon was going to make a move tonight.
Earlier, Oscar stole the seal, and Deacon used the seal to forge several documents in the name of Abbott's Corporation. He brought back a batch of goods from other cities, and among these goods were contraband items.
If caught, Finnegan would definitely go to jail and have no way out. Deacon had already set the trap. He was waiting for Finnegan to step into it.
Finnegan was waiting for Deacon to make his move. The goods were scheduled to arrive at the dock at seven in the evening. Finnegan was keeping track of the movements of this batch of goods.
At the same time, Deacon had anonymously reported these goods, and the police had received the information and deployed a large number of policemen to the dock for an ambush.
Landon's friend Mario Torres was leading the team this time. Seeing the significant action, Landon asked, "Big action?"
Mario replied, "Someone reported that this time, fifty kilograms of contraband would arrived at the dock at seven in the evening."
Upon hearing this, Landon smiled and said, "This time, you'll get a promotion and a raise. I'll be waiting for you to treat us when you get back."
With fifty kilograms of contraband seized, a major accomplishment was awaiting promotion.
Mario felt pleased as well, saying, "We'll talk later." Mario did not disclose the crucial information about this mission.
In CC Club, Deacon, sitting on a genuine leather sofa, puffed on his cigar. "Where is the shipment?"
His henchman replied, "It will arrive at the dock at 7 p.m., Mr. Stone. You can rest assured."
Deacon took a casual drag of his cigarette. "It's time to put an end to all of this. Finnegan needs to pay for what he's done."
The henchman chuckled eagerly. "With fifty kilograms, Finnegan won't bounce back this time. Even if his father-in-law is of France royalty, no one can save him now."
"Keep an eye here. I'll make a trip to the dock. I want to witness him being taken away by the police personally to ease my vengeance." Deacon extinguished his cigar in the ashtray.
Deacon rose and left the office.
Outside, Niamh quickly hid to the side, waiting for the group to pass before emerging.
'Is Deacon going to take action against Finnegan?' she thought. Niamh felt a pang of reluctance deep within her heart. After all, he was the man she had loved. Without delay, Niamh followed Deacon, trailing him to the dock.
Deacon had been aware of Niamh following him for some time.
The driver inquired, "Mr. Stone,
we have someone tailing us."
Deacon replied calmly, "It's nothing. Just keep driving forward."
"Yes, Mr. Stone." The driver continued on.
As Deacon made his way to the dock, Finnegan had long been waiting there. It remained to be seen who was the orchestrator and who was merely a player in the game today. Only at the end would it become clear.
The bustling dock was filled with coming and going, with several cargo ships awaiting unloading.
Inside a quaint café at the dock, Finnegan sat by the window, having a clear view of all the activities.
Approaching him, Atticus remarked, "Mr. Abbott, the dock is under tight security."
Finnegan calmly sipped his coffee. "Has Deacon arrived yet?"
Atticus answered, "He is on his way. Our men have been tailing him, ensuring no issues arise."
"Good," Finnegan responded lightly, just then receiving a message on his phone. It was from Ophelia, inquiring when he would be home for dinner.
Finnegan replied: [7:30.]
At the Abbott family estate, Ophelia, upon seeing the message, felt a sense of anticipation. She turned to Celia and said, "Mom, I asked, Finnegan will be back at 7:30."
"Alright, it's still early. I'll take Warmie for a stroll in the garden," Celia said, as she wrapped Warmie up warmly and headed to the garden.
In the chilly winter, with few flowers in bloom, Celia introduced Warmie to the flowers and the fish in the pond. As they wandered, behind the artificial rockery, a furtive figure caught Celia's eye.
"Why does that look like Oscar?" Celia whispered to herself, moving closer and overhearing Oscar on the phone. "Are we moving tonight? I'll be there soon." The voice sounded nothing like that of a fool.
'Could it be that Oscar has recovered?' she thought. At this thought, Celia's expression changed drastically. 'When did Oscar recover? Had he been pretending all along?' she thought.
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