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!

order. "Understood.

turned and left

everything was eerily quiet, as though nothing had

the honking might have woken them, but seeing the lack of movement from the house, he wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Even though he was right outside the door, the

night, a sense of finality washed

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

a

him look

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It didn't even slow down when it passed by his car, as though it hadn't

Orion felt he was insignificant. Here he was, the president of Dros Group, a man

this were to become public, how would people react to

was torn, and all he could

Seraphina would just smile at him, he'd give her anything-even his

by, and before he knew

couldn't find him, so they tried to reach out to him through

an early meeting scheduled. The driver went to your house to pick you up, but

in the best mood, but he couldn't

eyes, bloodshot and dim, glanced at Cross

"Unless

he hung

thought to himself, a multimillion-dollar deal not urgent

shoo him away. Yet he couldn't enter

woke up feeling refreshed and in a good