Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chatper 441

Chapter 441

On a mundane Tuesday, after dropping her son Valerio off at school, Seraphina lounged on the couch, idly scrolling through her phone until she landed on Leandro’s WhatsApp chat.

Their last exchange was still the video call they had on the day Seraphina bumped into Patrick at the airport.

The following day, the tabloids. were abuzz with her scandal with Patrick, and since then, that chat page had remained untouched.

Staring at Leandro’s name for a moment, Seraphina tapped on the payment feature and typed in an amount: $1,000. She sent the transfer, but the screen showed no change.

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Five minutes later, she picked up her phone again, the screen unaltered.

So, she initiated another transfer, sending another $1,000 his way.

Still, no response.

Almost mechanically, she hit the transfer button repeatedly, sending a string of identical amounts until a system alert popped up, notifying her that she’d exceeded the daily transaction limit.

Scrolling up, she counted twenty messages sent, with no reaction from Leandro.

Twenty minutes later, she sent a message – [I was testing my transfer limits. Now you can give my money back.”

Not long after, she received a notification from Keen-four transfers of $5,000 each, precisely the sum she’d sent to Leandro.

Quickly switching back to Leandro’s chat, it remained as static as before.

Playing hard to get, huh? Biting her lip in frustration, Seraphina was ready to drop the issue.

season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down, and prepared to head out. But as she opened

sharply, she locked eyes with Leandro’s unfathomable gaze.

a mocking sneer, she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds,

simply asked, “Where are you off to?”

you?” Seraphina retorted, pushing against him.

was immovable, almost like a

irritation mounting until she made one last,

her hand slipped, and she tumbled into his

demanded, struggling

forward into the apartment and shut the door with a decisive

the bodyguards tactfully averted

but then his wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for his nosiness.

were

seem to have quite the grudge, huh?” Leandro commented coolly.

my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of your business. Now let me

shins, but he anticipated it, capturing her knee and hoisting

their awkward tangle and tossed

snapped, still glaring daggers at him.

unfazed by her glare, slowly began to loosen

eyes widened. “What are

using his tie to bind her hands behind

illegal! You really think I won’t have

pinning her flailing legs, and

and Patrick, and I doubt any judge would blame

she spat

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