Inherit Billions

Chapter 388 A Little Scheme

His eyes were still bloodshot, his thoughts singular and focused. He had only one goal-marrying her.

A few seconds later, she chuckled slightly.

"What's the difference?" She asked in a light and almost mocking tone.

"From wanting to sleep with me, now you want to do it legally?"

Seraphina looked at him calmly and asked, "Do you really think this is going to work?"

His fingers trembled slightly.

Did he think he could pull that off?

"There's not much of a chance right now," he admitted with a somber expression.

"Good that you know," Seraphina snorted softly.

"But there will be!" he said, his jaw tightening with determination.

Seraphina glanced at him but said nothing.

It wasn't up to him to decide whether it would work or not.

It was the first time he had ever lowered himself like this-humiliated-all because of her.

Seraphina entered her apartment, pushing the door closed behind her.

However, just before she closed the door, a hand slipped through the opening.

Orion's arm bore a glaring bruise as he pulled his hand back.

"Seraphina, my leg hurts..."

His voice was hoarse, laced with a weak plea.

The desperation in his tone was unmistakable, vulnerable in a way that made the once commanding presence from earlier seem almost like a façade.

Seraphina felt something twist inside her, like a dull blade grinding against her heart, the suffocating sensation of being choked.

She wasn't afraid of Orion trying to force his way in, nor of him ignoring or mocking her, nor of his casual indifference.

However, this action weakened her resolve.

She knew it.

Soft over hard-that was her weakness.

She knew her kick earlier had been harsh, and she couldn't just brush it off.

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Glancing at him, she reached for her phone and said, "Il call Ken to come get you."

Orion quickly stopped her. "Ken's father is in the hospital."

He wasn't lying.

Seraphina paused, then gave in with a sigh.

She stepped aside, holding the door open. "Come in."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Orion limped inside, barely making it a few steps before sweat started forming on his forehead.

Finished

Standing there, he watched as Seraphina casually tossed a pair of men's slippers onto the floor in front of him.

"Change your shoes."

Without a word, she walked over to her laptop on the couch, pulling out a flash drive as she waited for the computer to boot up. Orion's eyes narrowed in an instant, and his heart thumped a little.

Damn it, he felt guilty.

His mind raced as he looked at the slippers.

Who else had been here beside him?

Why were the men's slippers lying around?

Did Wilson come over often?

He wanted to ask about it. The words stuck in his throat as he looked at Seraphina. Opening his mouth, nothing came out. Hadn't he learned his lesson already?

Barely managing to ease the tension between them, one wrong question, and he'd be kicked out to sleep

on the streets.

He took a deep breath and held back.

This was all Wilson's fault.

The laptop powered up. Seraphina inserted the flash drive and scrolled through the folders.

Classic Oldies, Love Songs, Mr. Dros's Favorite Oldies

Qldies?

Just how old are these songs?

She frowned. The entire drive was filled with old songs and apparently, they were connected to Orion.

This wasn't her flash drive

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Her expression darkened slightly as she turned to look u Orion,

"This is the flash drive I left behind?"

Orion walked over, pretending to be ignorant as he stared at the folder..

When he saw "Mr. Dros's Favorite Oldies," his eyes narrowed slightly. His driver was way too metacution.

"Maybe I made a mistake," he said, rubbing his nose and speaking with an air of calmness.

Seraphina tossed the laptop aside and headed for the bedroom to freshen up. She said, "You're deeping on the couch. If not, the car's always an option."

"I love the couch," he quickly responded.

His gaze flickered towards the flower on the table by the door, his face darkening slightly. Trying to act nonchalant, he used the spare moment to respond to company emails. Seraphina's apartment had two bedrooms. Justin had moved out, converting the second room into a study. There was only one room remaining for sleeping.

His eyes swept over a framed photo of Seraphina hanging on the wall. A spark flashed in his gaze.

Walking over, he adjusted the angle and lighting, snapping a photo and posting it on Instagram.

He also wrote a caption, "A perfect evening."

The words and image, while subtle, said everything and nothing at once.

He even made sure to block Seraphina from seeing the post.

Within minutes, his Instagram was blowing up.