Chapter 93 The Two Hundred Thousand Dollars Gift
'Besides her landlord and herself, who else has keys to her apartment?'
There had been talk of burglaries in the neighborhood recently, with many residents reporting stolen items.
With that in mind, Ophelia felt a surge of fear. She caught sight of a kitchen knife on the table, grabbed it, and hid it behind her back, swiftly taking cover behind the door.
As the door opened, her heart raced. Her grip on the knife tightened.
The man who entered wasn't just anyone—it was Finnegan.
Finnegan noticed the figure behind the door and, locking eyes with Ophelia, he also saw the knife in her hand.
Finnegan was speechless.
Recognizing him, Ophelia was dumbfounded, "Mr. Abbott? What are you doing at my place in the middle of the night?"
She was shocked. Finnegan had entered her apartment without her consent, using the key without permission.
In this scenario, if she were to call the police, Finnegan would undoubtedly be charged with breaking and entering.
"I've got something for you." Finnegan strode in confidently, saying, "Put the knife away, it's dangerous for a lady like you to play with those."
Finnegan was indeed bearing a gift, holding a box in his hands.
Ophelia set the knife aside, rendered speechless and puzzled by Finnegan's sudden intrusion.
She thought he was done visiting.
'Why show up again?'
Finnegan casually took a seat on the sofa, opened the gift box, and revealed a Christmas tree made entirely of gold.
Ophelia was taken aback. "Mr. Abbott, what's this about?"
"Christmas is coming. I'm gifting you this tree," said Finnegan, commanding like a true president. "Make a wish. If it's within my power, I'll make it happen."
Ophelia was speechless.
In all her life, Ophelia had never met anyone more generous than Finnegan.
Others give dolls, cakes, or maybe a little sapling for Christmas.
However, Finnegan, he gifted an actual gold Christmas tree. What was that worth?
First, a bed, and now a Christmas tre. His intentions were clear enough.
Ophelia took a seat and stared at the gold tree on the table. "How much did this cost?"
If he kept throwing money at her like this, she feared she wouldn't be able to hold onto her morals.
Finnegan caught every shift in her expression, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Weigh it for yourself. Based on current gold prices, do the math."
Ophelia did just that, weighing it with her hands—one word, heavy.
She muttered, "Ninety ounces, priced at 2200 per ounce, equals two hundred thousand!"
Ophelia was shocked, staring at Finnegan in disbelief. "Finnegan, are you insane? You're giving me a Christmas tree worth two hundred thousand?"
She was so astounded that she called him by his name.
She had never seen that much money in her life.
"Do you like it?" Finnegan asked. "All you girls should like these shiny golden things."
Staring at the golden tree, Ophelia's eyes sparkled. "Of course, it's nonsense to say otherwise. Who wouldn't like gold?”
Hearing that, the corners of Finnegan's mouth curved even more. "It's yours."
Ophelia's money-loving ways were far from off-putting. In fact, Finnegan found it rather fulfilling to indulge her.
He was more than willing to pamper Ophelia.
Resolutely pushing the Christmas tree back, Ophelia said, "I appreciate the gesture, but I can't accept something for nothing."
"Women are always so dramatic," Finnegan huffed coldly. "Keep it. When I give a gift, it's final. If you don't want it, then throw it away."
Ophelia was speechless...
If Caspian heard him say that, it would be a real slap in the face.
The gifts Finnegan presented to Seraphina were all left behind at Orchid Garden. She wasn't allowed to take a single item with her.
As he spoke, Finnegan made a move to get up, clearly preparing to leave. It was just a matter of delivering the gift.
"Mr. Abbott," Ophelia stood up, "I really can't take this. It's too valuable, and I have no intention of being the next Miss Kingsley."
"You won't be her," came Finnegan's response, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, his voice resonate: "Seraphina was a misunderstanding. I never had anything with her. I allowed her to stay at Orchid Garden because I mistakenly thought she was—"
Before he could finish, the lights in the room dimmed and the entire place plunged into darkness.
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