Inherit Billions (Seraphina and Orion)

Chapter 398 A Secret Relationship

Seraphina's expression was calmer than anyone could have imagined.

"You invested in this production?"

"That's right."

Seraphina continued, "Henry is playing the second male lead. Stay out of it."

Orion's breath stiffled; the air around him felt as if it had frozen, a faint chill creeping in.

His eyes narrowed in disbelief; her first demand was for that fake?

He licked his lips, a shadow flickering in his narrowed eyes.

A discomfort stirred in his throat.

"What's the matter? Can't let him go?"

Seraphina admitted, "Of course not. I'm the one who brought him in."

She hadn't even drained the last drops of value from Henry. How could she let him miss out on such a great opportunity?

Orion's stare was locked onto Seraphina, the lightness and joy from just moments ago evaporating in an instant, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. He felt chilled to the bone.

Yet all he could do was stand there, glaring at her, afraid to utter another word.

It was a self-inflicted torment, a humiliation he chose for himself.

Justin cleared his throat, feeling rather superfluous in this tense atmosphere.

Orion was clearly no match for Seraphina.

His concerns were completely pointless.

He rose to his feet, found an excuse, and slipped away.

of them remained in the

met, but neither spoke

composed. Was this his

nor was she

there, she smiled softly, her delicate features betraying no

a chance, but it's best if no

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back, his eyes turned bloodshot, and

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her head and said, "I'm merely considering the interests of both our companies,

women would want the whole world to

want

any moment, which

Orion's expression darkened immediately.

Dros is reluctant, let's pretend I didn't say

backtrack at

teeth and

he have a

was his only

as she patted his shoulder. Suddenly, she leaned closer, her voice

Henry how

in her high heels, taking Justin with

body rigid. A storm brewed in his eyes,

undercurrents swirling between

finally thawed; this

returned to the Dros Group, not lingering long. He immediately called

"Bring someone to me."

had agreed not to expel that damned fake from the production, but he never

in