Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 508

"Darleen was divorced and her daughter carried her surname, but what about her ex-husband?" Seraphina couldn't help but be curious.

Patrick shook his head, "As for him, I haven't really kept up."

Seraphina smiled slightly, "That makes sense. After all, we all have only so much energy to go around. But you've given me a lot of info today, which is a big help."

Patrick gave her a sideways glance, "Now, can you tell me what you need all this information for?"

Seraphina pursed her lips, meeting his gaze, "What if I don't want to tell you?"

"Well, I can't force you to do anything," Patrick said with a raised eyebrow, "but next time you come looking for info, I can't promise I'll be as open."

His words sounded harsh, but his tone was gentle, and Seraphina knew he was joking. She laughed, "Let's just say I want to know everything about the Martin family."

"Is that because..." Patrick paused, "you're Simon's daughter?"

Seraphina turned swiftly to him, a smile playing on her lips, "Word travels fast, huh? All the way to Moonhaven?"

Indeed, since the Martin family dinner, rumors about Seraphina's connection to the Martins had spread like wildfire. With many in the know, it didn't take long for the gossip to reach every nook and cranny, including the far-off Starhaven where Patrick kept a keen eye on the Martin family's dealings. After a moment, Seraphina added, "So, did you find out just recently, or did you already know when you gave me that painting of the jasmine flowers?"

The painting of jasmine flowers, a lost piece by Carney meant for Adelina, had been delivered to Seraphina by Patrick. It was that painting that had led her to question her own origins and investigate further, unraveling the series of events that followed.

"I'm not as omniscient as you think," Patrick admitted, "The jasmine painting was just a coincidence."

Seraphina shrugged, "It would have been easier if you'd done it on purpose."

"Why's that?"

"Then I could blame you for dragging my peaceful life into a whirlwind. But since it wasn't intentional, what can I say? It's probably all just fate." Patrick fell silent for a moment before asking, "So, are you planning to go back to the Martin family?"

do, wouldn't that make us enemies?" Seraphina responded with a

"The Martin family

slight tilt of her head, Seraphina smiled, "Then I trust there are still friends of yours

rival of the Martin family, Patrick was incredibly well-informed about their affairs, which suggested he had insiders helping him. Whether

you return to the Martin family, can we

stand against me, friends are

I'm not sure which side you're

find out," she

Seraphina headed home to attend to documentation for an imminent art exhibition. In a spontaneous decision, she found herself delving into the background of Renee's

since Lionel had adopted

very much

His age and position in such a venue were somewhat unusual, as such roles were typically filled by

Seraphina found that Hot Summer was owned by Lionel himself. After Renee's mother had passed, Lionel had not only adopted Renee but also offered her father a

the reason he was able to adopt Renee in the first

arranged to meet a

par with the Enchanted Petals Club and with connections to the Mart Group, the clientele was a who's who of society. Seraphina, no

knew her well. Despite this being her first visit,

well, and the conversation with her client was enjoyable, making the visit

Seraphina was signing the credit card slip, she casually, almost inadvertently, asked the young customer service manager who had been assisting her, "Is Chuck not

the sudden inquiry about Chuck, pausing for a beat before responding,

him a couple of times," Seraphina replied with a nonchalant

young manager's

a mischievous glint as he paused, then smiled and said, "Well, Chuck's an old hand here, knows a

eyes, Seraphina chuckled and said, "He has a lot of female

manager hesitated to divulge more,

away from the clubhouse? How does the boss let that slide?" Seraphina prodded. "Doesn't he get

with the