Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

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.

the season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down,

sharply, she locked eyes with

quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this

by her challenging stare, simply asked,

to you?” Seraphina retorted,

immovable, almost like a solid barrier in

harder, to no avail, her irritation mounting

and she tumbled into his arms, which closed snugly around

she demanded, struggling to break

stepped forward into the apartment and shut the door with a

bodyguards tactfully averted their eyes.

about calling Leandro over for persimmons, but then his wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for

wrists were secured

have quite the grudge, huh?” Leandro

if my life or death has anything to do with you…” Seraphina replied. “And as for my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s

a kick at his shins, but he anticipated it, capturing her knee and

he maintained their awkward tangle and tossed her onto

snapped, still glaring daggers at

by her glare, slowly began to loosen

widened. “What

action, using his tie to

Seraphina exclaimed. “It’s illegal! You really think I won’t have you thrown

he flipped her over, easily pinning

that news about you and Patrick, and I doubt any judge would blame me,” Leandro said sternly.

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