Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 12

Seraphina sat on the sofa, patiently waiting for Leandro to ask his questions.

However, Leandro was far from anxious. Only after Valerio’s figure disappeared up the stairs did he take out a cigarette from his pack, lit it leisurely, took a puff, and then turned to Seraphina. He didn’t say a word, just furrowed his brows, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Sat on the sofa, Seraphina quickly played along and explained with a smile, “Mr. Reynolds, you’ve got it all wrong. I actually lost something and came here looking for it. I think I left my stuff in your car. You don’t mind if I look for it, do you?”

She was about to get up when Leandro’s voice followed, “This?”

Seraphina turned around to see a silver voice recorder in Leandro’s hand- exactly what she had been missing!

“That’s it!” Seraphina walked towards him with a laugh, “So it really was here! I’ve been looking for it for so long!”

She went over to take the voice recorder, but Leandro’s hand suddenly closed, his slender fingers gripping the recorder tightly.

“Mr. Reynolds, what’s

you, what’s the deal?” Seraphina burst into laughter, “You know I was drunk last night and don’t remember anything. How could I intentionally

her deeply, obviously not

it…” Seraphina gestured upstairs, implying Valerio, but she quickly ruled out this answer, “If I really wanted to investigate you, I could just go back to the Reynolds family and ask your Grandpa or your father, couldn’t I?”

investigating me.” Leandro’s eyes were

kept smiling, but her eyes gradually became serious, quietly

man was too smart. He saw through her so easily and

Seraphina felt a little annoyed. She rarely made such mistakes, but this time, things were unusually difficult. “Yes, I am investigating Balch.” At this point, Seraphina no longer resisted futilely and openly admitted. Leandro took a puff of his cigarette, but his voice was still clear, “What are you investigating him for?” “Someone reported

when he heard this, “What gives you the right to investigate

a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at him squarely, “I find these things interesting,

a ring of smoke, his eyes blurry, “How did you, who once wanted to be a

didn’t expect him to

was a very important part of her adolescent

who was already deceased, was a painter, so she started learning to paint from a very young age. After being adopted by the Reynolds

Ideal place for painting. During her few years living