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?

want to mess up with these two formidable men. Before he could crawl out of the private room, something hard

it and get out of my

Marx stammered,

and

was

found him odd. That man was

what's brought

brings you here, Mr. Dros?" Hansen's gaze was one

you have to attend every business gathering? Is this the life

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she had taken

moment, for some reason, the fury

to herself. Seraphina simply requested another round of humiliation. Did this man think he was

at him. Her makeup was delicate, her

picked up a glass of wine from the table

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

place to

her arm, and his gaze was icy.