Inherit Billions

A Scandalous Scene

The lighting setup downstairs was already prepared. There was one remaining seat in the front row, flanked by Orion and Wilson.

She hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit suffocated by the seating arrangement.

But before she could hesitate any longer, Wilson had already spotted her. He waved at her, and without much thought. Seraphina walked over and sat down.

Orion didn't react in any particular way. Unlike his usual warm greetings, he remained distant, clearly still upset over what had just happened.

Seraphina felt a wave of relief wash over her. Good, she thought. It's better this way.

Wilson smiled and leaned in to whisper, "Justin sure has an incredible influence. The whole place is packed with his fans."

Seraphina's heart swelled with pride at the compliment about her brother, but she responded with humility.

Justin? Well, he's just good-looking, a decent actor, and has a pretty good personality. That's all."

Wilson's lips twitched for a moment, then he nodded in agreement, his smile deepening.

On the other side, Orion stayed silent, but his expression darkened more by the second.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The play ended, and a server approached with drinks, offering three cups of coffee.

Wilson handed one to Seraphina. Without thinking, she passed it on to Orion.

Orion froze briefly before accepting it. His expression softened visibly.

However, before he could get a sturdy grip on the cup, it inexplicably leaked, spilling coffee all over his clothes.

Orion's face twisted in frustration. As someone with a touch of OCD, there was no way he could sit through the rest of the evening in stained clothes.

He stood abruptly. The server quickly handed him his cane and stammered, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Dros."

Orion cast the server a sharp glance and turned to Seraphina. He said, "I'll go change and be right back."

Seraphina nodded and returned to her seat, though something about the server's figure seemed oddly familiar.

He didn't make it far before Seraphina quietly stood and slipped out of the theater herself.

Orion stepped out of the elevator, still looking upset. He found his room and walked inside. It was pitch

black.

He casually switched on the light. On the spacious, soft sofa was a woman's handbag-and a dress.

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A Scandalous Scene

His sharp gaze freezes,

Finished

The bathroom door opened just then.

A woman, wrapped in nothing but a towel, still dripping wet, stepped out. The towel barely covered the essentials, leaving little room for imagination. It was Lucinda.

Orion's face darkened even further, his gaze cold and derce, radiating a chilling intensity.

"Who sent you here?"

His voice was unnervingly cold.

Lucinda flinched as if startled. After a few seconds, she clutched her barely secure towel tighter and blushed deeply.

"Mr. Dros. W-why are you here?"

Orion shot her a disdainful glance, utterly repulsed and shrouded in cold indifference.

"Get out!"

Before he could finish, Lucinda suddenly screamed, clutching her chest, and threw herself at Orion.

At that very moment, a swarm of reporters appeared at the door, cameras flashing in rapid succession, filling the room with blinding light.

Orion froze. Then he turned around. His eyes were swirling with a storm of fury.

Orion and Lucinda's current intimate position was explosive, to say the least-an image that easily ignited the wildest imaginations.

The reporters, like a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey, snapped away eagerly, taking shot after shot.

Lucinda cowered behind Orion, trembling and appearing utterly pitiful.

Who would have thought? It seemed both Seraphina and Orion had found a new flame.