Inherit Billions

He Made a Fool of Himself

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Orion's expression was grim; his eyes locked onto Mars's face, and he asked, "Do you want to die? I'll grant your wish!

At that moment, an unnamed rage surged from his chest. His eyes were cold and intimidating.

Just as he was about to step forward and teach Marx a lesson, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. One swift kick sent Marx sprawling back to the ground, and barrage of punches fell on his face and body. Marx was left bruised and battered. "Hansen!" Seraphina called out, stopping the man.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The man who was beating the crap out of Mr. Marx paused briefly and turned around. His icy eyes instantly warmed. Hansen said, "I went to your office to look for you. They said you came here, so I thought I'd surprise you." Hansen quietly walked over and ignored Orion's presence. He picked up the flowers he had brought, which were left at the door for Seraphina, and asked, "Do you like them?"

Seraphina sighed helplessly. Her plan was disrupted, but she had already gotten what she wanted, so it wasn't a complete failure.

"Thanks, but you should stop. If this goes on, he'll die. I don't want any trouble."

"As you wish, My Queen." Hansen grinned and said, "I'll spare his miserable life."

Mr. Marx looked in terror at the men in front of him, as he couldn't afford to offend either of them. Wasn't Seraphina dumped by Orion?

Why would his ex-husband still meddle in her business?

Hearing that his life was spared, Mr. Marx forced himself to endure the dizziness and panic, escaping as fast as he could. He didn't want to mess up with these two formidable men. Before he could crawl out of the private room, something hard hit his head, followed by his car keys falling to the ground.

Hansen sneered coldly and said, "Take it and get out of my girlfriend's sight."

"Yes, yes," Marx stammered, fleeing in a hurry.

Seraphina rolled her eyes and chided, "Don't spew nonesense."

Girlfriend? What was he talking about?

She glanced at Orion and found him odd. That man was watching her with a cold, sinister gaze.

"Mr. Dros, what's brought you here?"

"Yes, I'm curious too. What brings you here, Mr. Dros?" Hansen's gaze was one of scrutiny.

"Seraphina, didn't you realise there was something wrong with the wine? Do you have to attend every business gathering? Is this the life you want?"

He Made a Fool of Himself

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Orion's sarcasm was evident. She was dining with others, completely unaware that she had taken drugs. Was this the life she wanted after the divorce?

At that moment, for some reason, the fury in his chest erupted uncontrollably.

Seraphina lowered her lace and smiled to herself. Seraphina simply requested another round of humiliation. Did this man think he was being kind? I just wanted an excuse to lecture her.

She looked up at him. Her makeup was delicate, her eyes bright, and her sharpness hidden.

Under his stunned gaze, she picked up a glass of wine from the table and downed it in one go. Then she stood up

and said with a smile, "Thank you for your chivalrous intervention, Mr. Dros. The drinks have already been switched. As for the life I want, it's none of your business."

It wasn't his place to lecture her.

As she was about to leave, Orion grabbed her arm, and his gaze was icy. He asked, "What do you mean? You didn't answer my question."

Seraphina smiled and said seriously, "Some things are left unsaid to save dignity for both parties, Mr. Dros. I'm here for work. It's better than being a lowly servant at your house What's the difference between your family and Mr. Marx?" With a cold laugh, Seraphina didn't look at him again. She picked up her phone and bag, then walked out decisively in her high heels. Her slender figure exudes strength and grace.

Hansen raised an eyebrow and immediately followed her out.

Orion stood there, his eyes as cold as frost. Seraphina's words were like a thorn, pricking him uncomfortably.

She was treated as a servant at his house.

Was his wife being treated like a servant before?

It seemed there were many things he didn't know.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Mr. Marx and Julia in a passionate embrace. They were rolling on the ground, his face flushed and his eyes dazed.

So, she had known all along and was prepared.

Does that meant my intervention meant nothing? Haha! I'm a joke!