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?

dizziness and panic, escaping as fast as he could. He didn't want to mess up with these two formidable men. Before he could crawl out of the private room, something hard hit

said, "Take it and get out of my girlfriend's

stammered, fleeing in

eyes and chided, "Don't

What was he talking

odd. That man was watching

what's

you here, Mr. Dros?"

wine? Do you have to attend every

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she had taken drugs.

that moment, for some reason, the fury in his chest erupted

her lace and smiled to herself. Seraphina simply requested another round of humiliation. Did this man think he was being kind? I just wanted an

up at him. Her makeup was delicate, her eyes bright,

wine from the table and downed it

a smile, "Thank you for your chivalrous intervention, Mr. Dros. The drinks have already been

his place

her arm, and his gaze was icy. He asked, "What do you mean? You didn't answer my