Inherit Billions

A Remarkable Performance

He rushed forward with hurried steps, his face darkened. "Seraphina, what are you doing here?"

Seraphina raised an eyebrow and teased. "Just taking a walk after sitting for too long. I didn't expect to stumble upon Mr. Dros's little romantic affair"

She had sensed something off from the start.

When the coffee was accidentally spilled on Orion, she noticed something strange about the server who handed it over.

Therefore, she proceeded as planned and coincidentally witnessed the entire scene without anyone noticing.

This drama was far more entertaining than anything Justin had performed on stage.

Too bad Lucinda's tactic was still lacking. She shouldn't have called the reporters. What she should have done was call their parents.

That way, Ramona and Clarke would have enough reason to force Orion into marrying Lucinda.

Orion stood motionless, his face wearing a mask of sorrow and briefly displaying hurt. Her indifference was what stung the most, where she clearly didn't care about him at all. Anger or even harsh words would have been easier to bear than this detachment.

"Is it amusing?

His voice was calm, almost unnervingly so.

Seraphina grinned and commented, "Cliché, yes, but still quite the spectacle,"

The woman's methods weren't very sophisticated, but sometimes old tricks never get old. After all, who wouldn't find amusement in someone with the audacity to plot against Orion? Her gaze swept across his cold, indifferent stare. It was a shame that Lucinda had missed her chance. Seraphina had actually planned to help her.

Then again, anyone who tried to plot against Orion-and then had the nerve to come after her as well-wasn't someone she could just ignore.

Orion, leaning on his cane, strode forward with an air of cold indifference, his presence wrapped in a faint chill.

As he neared, she could smell the sharp scent

of mint on him.

Seraphina momentarily lost her composure, her thoughts dispersing. She quickly composed herself and looked up at him, but her smile was fading- He looked down at her and asked, "If you were the leading lady, it would've been far more exciting."

That outcome would be too unpredictable to even imagine.

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A Remarkable Performance

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Seraphina didn't shy away from his gaze. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, she felt her breath catch.

Then she let out a soft laugh.

"If I had a different leading man, I might consider it."

Orion's eyes

darkened. He stared at her, unblinking, a possessive feeling tightening in his chest. Someone else's desire for something that was his gnawed at him.

He stepped forward, pinning her against the wall, holding her still so she couldn't move.

His gaze deepened, while Seraphina's eyes flashed with a hint of panic before she glared at him, annoyed.

Neither of them was willing to back down.

They were so close now that she could feel his breath on her skin.

Her heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she tried to push him away, but he quickly restrained her hands, his dark eyes locking onto hers. His voice was low and hoarse.

"Seraphina, what else do I have to do? What must I do for you to forgive me?"

The desperation in his voice-the vulnerability-felt like he was baring his soul to her, begging her to see the raw, painful truth he carried. Seraphina tilted her head up to look at him, her heart jolting with an electric current of emotion, but she chuckled quietly

"Mr. Dros, there's nothing you can do. I don't fall for the same trick twice."

Her heart was as hard as stone now.

Just then, heavy footsteps echoed nearby.

Who would be so tactless as to come up here at this moment?

"Ms. Cross, the show's about to end. Shall I escort you back?"

It was Wilson.

His gentle voice was like a lifeline, pulling her back from the emotional whirlpool Orion had stirred inside her.

Seraphina calmly pushed Orion aside, her gaze cold and steady. "Sure, Ms. Rockwell, I'd appreciate that."

Without sparing another glance at Orion, she turned and walked toward Wilson, looping her arm through his and stepping into the elevator. She could feel the sharp, icy gaze that followed them as they left.

Orion stood there, struggling to