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Chapter 127
Chapter 127
Chapter 127 Far More Forbearing
Finnegan had felt that his encounter with Solomon was nothing more than a mere coincidence.
However, when he later learned Tyrone was the one who had specifically arranged for Todd to c
Solomon, his thoughts inevitably wandered to the darker side of things.
After all, the incident with Rocky was sufficient proof that Tyrone harbored the intention to set him u
“Wasn’t it a coincidence?” Alisha asked in surprise.
“Would I ask you to investigate it if I knew the answer?”
“All right, why do yrave to be so fierce?” Alisha whined aggrievedly.
Finnegan shuddere Gosh, this little minx is really something else when she’s acting coy!
To prevent her from continuing to flirt with him through the phone, he hastily said, “All you
find anything. But don’t bother me otherwise. I’m not free to entertain you!”
“You want to bed Bernice until dawn breaks? Do you have such intense-”
ght, text me if
Without waiting for Alisha to finish speaking, Finnegan hung up the phone. “This little minx is truly
brazen!”
He cast his gaze in the direction of the bathroom. The sound of the shower running kept battering his
defenses, and the scene back when he treated Bernice inexorably flashed across his mind.
He swallowed audibly. “It looks like I’ve got to act more experienced. I can’t have my darling look down
ou
me.”
Meanwhile, Tyrone was sitting in his ornate chair in Tyrone Mansion with a glass in one hand and two
steel balls that he slowly rotated in the other.
In front of him knelt Todd, who had just arrived.
The mar
his head hung low, and his b*dy was trembling imperceptibly,
The ere living room was eerily quiet.
Se
time later, Todd finally could not stand such a tense atmosphere anymore. “It was my fault for failing to
hold Mr. Zymons back, making Ms. Wahlstrom angry, Mr. Calandrino! I’m willing to accept any
punishment!”
Tyrone placed the glass down and stopped rotating the steel balls. “Who instructed you to bring Mr.
Zymons to Blue Sea Hymn to eat?”
Todd jerked his head up, a puzzled look in his eyes. “Wasn’t it you, Mr. Calandrino?”
No sooner had his words rang out than Leonardo at the side promptly stepped forward and sent him
toppling to the ground with a kick.
Subsequently there took another step forward and stomped on his chest. “Why did Mr. Calandrino
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instruct you to bring Mr. Zymons to Blue Sea Hymn? Wasn’t it you who wanted to do so yourself?”
Clutching his chest, Todd immediately realized what was going on. “Yes, yes. Mr. Calandrino merely
asked me to entertain Mr. Zymons. I was the one who thought of bringing Mr. Zymons to Blue Sea
Hymn
With a cold snort, Leonardo finally withdrew his
leg.
Tyrone waved a dismissive hand and ordered. “Go back. For the next few days, bring Mr. Zymons to
some normal places. Don’t let what happened tonight repeat itself. If you run into Finnegan in the
future, put up with him as much as possible!”
“Understood!”
Not daring to say an ing further, Todd endured the pain and left the living room with his back br
When he had gone long distance away, Leonardo said, “He won’t run his mouth, will he, Mr.
Calandrino? If this were to get to Finnegan’s knowledge, he might be able to surmise once more that
you we trying to use someone to eliminate him.”
“Todd doesn’t have the guts to do that, Tyrone sneered.
“But is Finnegan really a pawn Old Mr. Wahlstrom arranged in Jadeborough to target y
Propping a hand against the armrest, Tyrone stood up. “All these years, the Wahlstrom family has
always wanted to gain control over Jadeborough. But as I’ve been deeply rooted here for rany years,
they can’t find an opening. Now that Finnegan has suddenly appeared, he’s very likely their pawn!” He
paused briefly. a vicious gleam glinting in his eyes. “But even if I’m wrong, he’s still a potential threat. I
can’t allow him to continue living.”
Not only is he acquainted with the Wahlstrom family, but he’s also on close terms with the Haimowit
families and even the Langdon family, the wealthiest family in Nuthana!
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Being a careful and wary person, he would never allow such a volatile element to exist is territory.
Leonardo nodded, though he still seemed a touch confused. “Must we go to such trouble to use
someone else to climinate him? Why don’t we arrange for someone to finish him off secretly?”
Patting on the shoulder, Tyrone explained, “It wasn’t my guts and ruthlessness til propelled me to my
po con today. Instead, it’s because I’m far more forbearing than others. I can make a move against him
ectly, but it’ll leave rumors and leverage against me. Can you guarantee that te Wahlstrom family
an excuse to pull me down? But Finnegan offended Solomon. Who dare push the blame if he ultimately
died at the latter’s hands? You’re still young, and there’s sill a lot you’ve got to learn Attaining one’s
goal without having to bear the responsibility is everything!
wor
Leonardo nodded and replied, “Understood!”
Tyrone walked past him and muttered, “Who’s going to emerge victor in this night between two great
forces? I’m really looking forward to it!”
“What are you doing. Finnegan?”
When Bernice finished bathing and walked into the bedroom in a bathrobe to see Finnegan sprawled
out in his underwear alone, she instantly turned to the side with her Lace Bashed bright red. She dared
not look at lum.
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Don’t you desire me? I stripped down for your enjoyment!” Finnegan replied, wearing an innocent
extresion on his face.
“What a scoundrel! I merely sought you out for a talk. What were you thinking?”
Finnegan’s face burned.
He hastily grabbed the blanket and draped it over himself. “You said to spend a night at the hotel, so Li
not to be blamed for getting the wrong idea!”
Only then did Bernice turn back around and walk over to the bed. “You only got the wrong idea b ause
you’re a scoundrel. You merely want to gobble me up.”
“Yeah, I want to gol you up,” Finnegan admitted honestly.
Bernice was rendered speechless.
Never had it crossed her mind that he would admit to it so quickly, and the scarlet shade ining her face
intensified.
“You’re not allowed to touch me tonight, you big scoundrel. Otherwise, I’ll break up you,” she huffed
softly.
Finnegan heaved a sigh. “Gosh, will I be getting any sleep tonight?”
“Why not?”
Finnegan wriggled inside and gestured for Bernice to lie down. “You’re stunningly beautiful Darling. Yet
can only see but not touch. Would I be able to sleep under such torment?”
Bernice snorted a bark of laughter. “You’ve got a mouth full of honey.”
“Would you like a taste of it, then?”
“No way. Move in more.”
Bernice shed Finnegan further in and grabbed another blanket before draping it over herself.
Breatg in the natural fragrance wafting off her, Finnegan pleaded pitifully, “Can Im least hug you, Darg?
I promise that’s all I’ll do. I’ll never-
A he was speaking, Bernice’s phone on the bedside table rang.
“It’s my mother. Keep quiet.”
After sweeping her gaze over the caller ID, Bernice shot up in bed in fright and answered the call.
It was uncertain what Jennifer had said, but Bernice handed the phone to Finnegan after much
stammering. “My mom learned that I’m with you from Cin. She wants to talk to you.”
Finnegan hurriedly took the phone and sat up. “Ms. Jennifer?”
“Are you and Bernie at the hotel, Finnegan?”
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jennifer was exceedingly straightforward.
Finnegan glanced at Bernice, who was blushing to the tip of her ears, before asking. “Is something the
matter?”
Silence reigned on the other end of the phone for a while before Jennifer’s voice drifted out again.
“Berme has never dated since young, let alone has any contact with other men, Finnegan. Be gentle,
and don’t leave her traumatized.”
With that said, Jennifer hung up the phone at lightning speed.
Seeing Finnegan place the phone down, Bernice swiftly grabbed his hand and asked, “What did my
mom say? Did she asl you send me home?”
“Do you want to gome, then?”
Bernice smacked lum lightly. “Hurry up and spit it out. Was my mom mad?”
Grinning, Finnegan gathered her into his arms. “My future mother-in-law said you’d neen with any men.
She urged me to be gentle and not leave you traumatized.”
“What? Is she really my mother?”