Inherit Billions (Seraphina and Orion)

Chapter 505 He's Here

Orion ended the call, started the car, and drove towards Cross Mansion.

The car raced down the road, and Orion couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this alive-his blood pumping with excitement.

But when the car finally stopped at the gates of Cross Mansion, a chill ran through him, and hesitation gripped his heart.

He picked up his phone and dialed Scraphina's number once more.

The call went straight to voicemail.

Frustrated, he slammed his fist onto the steering wheel, the sharp honk of the horn slicing through the still night air.

It startled the people inside Cross Mansion.

Benjamin, who was about to call it a night, jumped at the sound. He rushed to the security monitor, and when he saw the familiar car, he knew it was Orion. Without a moment's hesitation, he headed to the door and knocked.

"Ms. Seraphina, Mr. Dros is at the gate."

Seraphina snorted, unimpressed. "Don't let him in. From now on, don't let him in, no matter what."

She had finally seen through this man's despicable nature.

On the surface, he appeared imposing and wielded great power, but his heart was petty and small.

What had happened today was something she simply couldn't stomach.

She wasn't upset for Wilson, simply disgusted by Orion's methods-too underhanded, too ruthless!

her order.

turned and left without another

was eerily quiet, as though

might have woken them, but seeing the lack of movement from the house, he wasn't sure whether to feel

the cold silence of the long night, a sense of finality

of bleakness and bitterness rose from deep within him, a sour,

didn't sleep a

stubble made him

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out. It didn't even slow down when it passed by his car, as though it hadn't seen him at all.

was, the president of Dros Group, a man who could have anything he wanted, yet

this were to become public, how

and all

him, he'd give her

morning flew by, and before he knew it, it was nine

couldn't find him, so they tried

early meeting scheduled. The driver went to your house to

in the best mood, but he couldn't

bloodshot and dim, glanced at

meeting," he ordered. "Unless it's

he

a multimillion-dollar deal

to shoo him away. Yet he couldn't

refreshed and in