Chapter 251 Meeting Up
He had served as a butler for the Fleming family for decades, deeply understanding the importance of the man in front of him.
Although Magnus was an illegitimate child, the entire Fleming family was his in the future.
Magnus looked at the tall hotel building, squinted slightly, and fell into deep thought.
He had never thought that he would see Tristen again in his lifetime.
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Claudia returned to the Johnson family and saw Horace.
He was having a great conversation with the Johnson family, especially Dalton, who seemed quite pleased with him. Meanwhile, Arianna and Sienna sat nearby, listening intently.
From a distance, Claudia watched Horace speak eloquently, and as she thought about what Magnus had said, the questions in her heart gradually magnified.
“Seraphina!” Horace stood up, walking over quickly with a smile.
Chapter 251 Meeting Up

“You finally came back. If you didn’t, Mr. Ferguson might have been so anxious that he’d call the police,” Arianna joked, covering her mouth.
Claudia looked at Horace, with his innocent, harmless, and refined demeanor, thinking about his help to Tristen, her expression somewhat indifferent.
Horace asked softly, “Tomorrow is a friend’s birthday, and he specifically asked for you to come to his party with me. If you’re free, could you…”
The words that followed were not dared to be asked.
Although everyone had assumed his relationship with Seraphina, he knew that the person in front of him had never acknowledged this relationship from beginning to end.
Claudia didn’t speak.
Horace forced a smile, “If you’re busy, you don’t have to go.”
Claudia nodded in agreement with his words, “Okay.”
Horace had helped Tristen, and she couldn’t help but care.

Edmond was her ex-husband, and more importantly, the father of her child. Even though she and Edmond had parted ways, she didn’t want anyone to slander him.
Feeling her aloofness, a hint of embarrassment seeped through Horace’s narrow charming eyes. He sighed softly, “Seraphina, do you have any misunderstandings about me?”
Claudia paused slightly, her head lowered, thinking about his relationship with Tristen. She took a deep breath and asked, “Do you know Tristen?”
Vencumfield Hotel.
Having seen off Claudia, Tristen sat down smugly to enjoy a delicious breakfast.
He dared to say those words because Edmond was already dead, with no one to refute him. Unless Edmond came back to life to expose him, he could blame anything on Edmond.
Thinking of the little brother who had always played behind him since childhood, Tristen’s eyes and brows turned cold.
“Brother, you must understand me from beneath the nine springs.”
If he hadn’t done so, he wouldn’t have been able to regain his identity, let alone explain his resurrection.
Only by pinning the crime on Edmond could he legitimately reclaim

door, looked outside through the peephole, but only. saw pitch black. Outside the door, the butler of the Fleming family covered the peephole, while Magnus next to him took off his mask and casually lit a cigarette. “Who is it?” Tristen asked. The butler said with a smile, “Someone ordered takeout for you.” Takeout?

The man outside the door was handsome, with eyes as deep as the sea, a high and chiseled nose, and a long coat as black as ink, highlighting his extraordinary nobility.

entire body, Tristen’s heartbeat accelerated, his lips turned pale. He instinctively wanted to flee, but his feet felt as if they were nailed down, unable to move. “Long time no see,” Edmond’s tone was indifferent, “Tristen, so you’re still alive.” Tristen gritted his teeth, shuddering all over. He tried hard to suppress the terror in his heart, his face full of disbelief: “Why… weren’t you dead? How are you still alive!” Terror and anger gnawed at his every cell like insects. A little devil in the heart was roaring in anger. How could it

he didn’t know how to explain. He thought Edmond was dead, beyond any doubt, and his word was law. But he never, ever expected that his dear brother was actually not dead! “Tristen.” Edmond lowered his voice, his eyes cold and clear, “You risked your life to save me back then, and I was very grateful. I’ve been atoning all these years. You’re clearly alive, why didn’t you come to find me?” After Tristen had died, Rosalie suddenly produced a will, claiming it was written by

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