Inherit Billions (Seraphina and Orion)

Chapter 37 He Made a Fool of Himself

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Orion's expression was grim; his eyes locked onto Mars's face, and he asked, "Do you want to die? I'll grant your wish!

At that moment, an unnamed rage surged from his chest. His eyes were cold and intimidating.

Just as he was about to step forward and teach Marx a lesson, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. One swift kick sent Marx sprawling back to the ground, and barrage of punches fell on his face and body. Marx was left bruised and battered. "Hansen!" Seraphina called out, stopping the man.

The man who was beating the crap out of Mr. Marx paused briefly and turned around. His icy eyes instantly warmed. Hansen said, "I went to your office to look for you. They said you came here, so I thought I'd surprise you." Hansen quietly walked over and ignored Orion's presence. He picked up the flowers he had brought, which were left at the door for Seraphina, and asked, "Do you like them?"

Seraphina sighed helplessly. Her plan was disrupted, but she had already gotten what she wanted, so it wasn't a complete failure.

"Thanks, but you should stop. If this goes on, he'll die. I don't want any trouble."

"As you wish, My Queen." Hansen grinned and said, "I'll spare his miserable life."

Mr. Marx looked in terror at the men in front of him, as he couldn't afford to offend either of them. Wasn't Seraphina dumped by Orion?

Why would his ex-husband still meddle in her business?

as fast as he could. He didn't want to mess up

and said, "Take it and get out

yes," Marx stammered, fleeing in a

eyes and chided, "Don't spew

What was he talking

Orion and found him odd. That man was watching her with a cold,

Dros, what's brought you

curious too. What brings you here, Mr.

something wrong with the wine? Do you

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unaware that she had taken drugs. Was

reason, the fury

Seraphina simply requested another round of humiliation. Did

was delicate, her eyes bright, and her

stunned gaze, she picked up a glass of wine from the table

chivalrous intervention, Mr. Dros. The drinks have already been switched. As for the

his place to

her arm, and his gaze was icy. He asked,