Chapter 112

At 10 pm local time. Seraphina’s plane landed on Velvetwood

After getting her luggage Seraphina jumped in a tax and headed straight for the hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital, it was the dead of night, but a slew of reporters were still camped out at the entrance

Seraphina breezed past the reporters, not giving them a second glance as she marched in

At this hour, most patients were already asleep, and the hospital was eerily quiet The only sound was Seraphina’s footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Finally, she reached a hospital room at the end of the hall, where the lights were still on

Seraphina pushed the door open to find Magdalen sitting on the hospital bed

Magdalen was anxiously flipping through TV channels, but when Seraphina suddenly burst in, she was taken aback. She tossed the remote aside and leaned against her pillows, asking coldly. What are you doing here?

I heard you were in the hospital, so I came to visit, Seraphina said, pulling up a chair next to the bed.

Im not dead yet,” Magdalen retorted, So you can save your breath.

But Seraphina simply stared at her

As a woman, Magdalen had been a headstrong beauty her whole life

asset, but now, with bruises on the corners of

stared at by Seraphina for a while, Magdalen’s

did this to you?” Seraphina asked, “The people outside don’t know, but as the victim, you must know who you’ve

“Trying to get some info, are

affairs, Seraphina said, “But those reporters outside would be interested. After all, news of Samuel Wilson’s

out” Magdalen didn’t want to hear another word and shut her eyes

no one accompanying you in the

followed by a male voice, “Magdalen, I’ve brought you the greenhouse melon you

a man around 35 years old. He was tall, about 672,

then smiled, “Didn’t expect someone to visit you this late. Hi,

looked at Magdalen, ‘So you do have company I

him a small smile, ‘Nice meeting you, but knowing

Seraphina left

watched her leave in surprise, then sat down next to

the emotional waves Seraphina had brought. As Adler handed her the melon he bought, she grabbed it and threw it against the wall

didn’t get

the reporters outside were having a late–night snack, discussing

inherited a fortune

already entangled with many men. Still, Samuel left her

from 60 to 25 years old. Is

them and got into a cab, she wanted to answer that last question. If she could, she would have told that reporter that even if Magdalen didn’t have a dime, men would still fall over themselves for her That’s just how Magdalen rolled

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