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!

acknowledged her order.

and left without another

the mansion, everything was eerily quiet, as though nothing

from the house, he wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Even though he was

a

and bitterness rose from deep within him, a

sleep a

stubble made him

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Mansion opened, and a car slowly pulled out. It didn't even slow down when it passed by his car, as though it

a man who could have

become public, how would people react to

His heart was torn, and all he could

would just smile at him, he'd give

he knew

him, so they tried to reach out to him through the

driver went to your house to pick you up, but he couldn't find you.

mood, but he

bloodshot and dim, glanced

meeting," he ordered. "Unless it's

that, he

to himself, a multimillion-dollar deal not urgent

to shoo him away. Yet he couldn't enter

up feeling refreshed and in a