Chapter 96 The Pogoing Grasshopper
A surprise visitor arrived at the president's office—Niamh.
Having heard from Dovie that Finnegan had agreed to a merger of their families through marriage, Niamh adorned herself with care and made her way to see Finnegan early in the morning.
The heiress of Parks Corporation showing up here took Linda by surprise.
What shocked her even more was that Niamh had unwrapped a gift box and was admiring a Christmas tree crafted from pure gold.
"Miss Niamh," Linda said with a smile as she approached, "you're here to see Mr. Abbott, I believe. He hasn't arrived yet."
Niamh, fixated on the Christmas tree, inquired, "Linda, who bought this gift? Was it Finnegan?"
"It was indeed purchased by Mr. Abbott, as a present for someone..." Linda began.
Before Linda could finish, Niamh interrupted with a smile, "It's for me. I didn't realize he was so thoughtful. Right after our families began discussing the marriage proposition, he bought such a lavish gift. I love it and I'm going to keep it."
'A marital union between the Parks and Abbott families?'
Linda was thoroughly confused but knew she had to be clear-headed regarding the gift.
"Miss Niamh," Linda said, facing a dilemma, "Mr. Abbott didn't mention this gift was for you."
"If not for me, then who?" Niamh's expression darkened, and her displeasure was evident, "Such an expensive gift is surely meant for me. Are you suggesting he might be gifting it to another woman?"
Linda dared not reveal that it was meant for Ophelia, to avoid inviting trouble for Ophelia.
Niamh, heiress to Parks Corporation, with Ophelia now employed there, could mean trouble for Ophelia if targeted by Niamh's displeasure.
Furthermore, as a secretary, Linda knew better than to gossip about her boss's personal affairs and kept her lips sealed. "Miss Niamh, only Mr. Abbott knows who it's for, but you can't take it now. I'd be at a loss to explain."
Displeased but mindful that she was at Abbott's Corporation and dealing with Finnegan's chief secretary—plus she hadn't yet married into the Abbott family and shouldn't overstep—Niamh conceded.
"Alright, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll wait here," Niamh said as she seated herself in Finnegan's chair with an air of superiority and commanded, "Linda, brew me a cup of coffee."
"Yes, Miss Niamh," Linda sighed in relief and hurried out to make coffee.
Linda was a bit confused. Mr. Abbott wanted to form an alliance with the Parks Family? Why hadn’t she heard anything about it?
'Isn’t Mr. Abbott pursuing Ophelia?'
...
Meanwhile, in an apartment, Seraphina and Giselle had partied all night and were still asleep.
In a daze, Seraphina heard the doorbell ring. She ignored it, but a moment later, a loud crash jolted her awake.
Seraphina rushed out of her room to see the door had been forcefully broken open, and Finnegan, dressed in a sharp, dark suit, entered with a frigid demeanor.
Behind Mr. Abbott stood two brawny bodyguards.
"Mr. Abbott," Seraphina gasped, completely flustered.
Months had passed, and Finnegan’s sudden appearance made her fear that her secret hoarding of luxury goods had been discovered.
'Is Finnegan here for the money?'
Finnegan surveyed the apartment with indifferent eyes, sat down on the couch, nonchalantly crossed his legs, and commanded, "Sit down. I need to ask you something."
Although his tone was casual, it carried an authoritative edge.
Seraphina sat down tentatively, subdued by his commanding presence, and blurted out in a trembling voice, "Mr. Abbott, I only hid two Louis Vuitton bags, not the expensive kind, just worth tens of thousands. You’re so rich, you wouldn't want it back, right? The money’s all gone. I spent it."
Seraphina wasn’t being entirely truthful. The stash she hid was worth much more than merely tens of thousands.
Terrified that Finnegan was here to reclaim it, she’d gain nothing and, having invested all her money, she had none left.
Seduced by greed, and under Giselle’s instigation and brainwashing, Seraphina had thrown all her resources into the venture.
Finnegan's eyebrows knitted, his voice turned sharp, "Seraphina, trying to be sly with me? You're really not afraid of death."
"Mr. Abbott, I didn't mean it," Seraphina couldn't meet his eyes, fraught with panic.
Finnegan's gaze was sharp and piercing as he questioned Seraphina, "What's your relation to Ophelia?"
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