Inherit Billions (Seraphina and Orion)

Chapter 259 The Bride in the Painting Finished

She flitted around like a joyful little bird, trying on outh after outfit, as though she were determined to wear every new season's latest fashion, forcing Justin to watch from the living room.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to go shoot a movie.

Emeris had someone bring over a custom-made diamond necklace, featuring a rare and magnificent pink diamond. The piece was exquisite, one of a kind in its frilliance.

Seraphina slipped into a pale pink, form-litting gown that accentuated her slim waist. Her long hair draped loosely over her shoulders, a casual elegance that balanced softness and striking beauty. She was quite pleased with the look. It wasn't too flashy, but it wasn't underwhelming either

Justin squinted at the necklace. He was momentarily stunned.

"Dad, didn't you say that diamond was for my proposal?"

Emeris shot him a glance and mocked, "Good question. When exactly is your fiancée going to be born?"

Justin was speechless.

He could feel the mocking intent behind his father's words.

Seraphina blinked. Her expression was one of playfulness.

"Don't worry, Justin. Your diamond is still safe in the vault at home. But you should start feeling a little pressure." Justin choked on

stopped by Serap Words. Then he got up, ready to change and accompany her to the event, only to be

"I already have someone going with me."

"Who?"

asked at the same time. Both

saved

relief. That was fine; after

was no way she'd be interested in someone

of disdain. Since Kaveh was part of the Droses, it wasn't straightforward for him to warm up to the boy, Still, he gave his consent. After

fine. Have Benjamin

promptly. He

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Bride in the

drive herself, so she didn't

Finishert

fell, the city was bathed in the deep shadows of

was dressed in a custom-tailored suit. He stood tall and strikingly handsome. His sharp features and confident presence made him impossible to ignore, drawing the admiring gazes of many women passing

event; only

meticulously curated, perfectly reflecting

the end of the hallway. The

a woman in a wedding dress walked toward a

man, clutching a bouquet of flowers, had a blurred

above them, holding

with a rich, deep voice, belying his

a teasing glint in her

Not everyone can look as attractive

gazed at the painting, Lucas scoffed, his eyes

your wedding that

own bare-bones wedding, her eyes dimming just a

painting.