Tangled in His Obsession Series

Chapter 409

The dinner that night was seemingly peaceful, a picture of harmony, until the facade crumbled.

Bowen gazed at Seraphina, his eyes an eerie abyss.

“Sera.” He called her name softly, stating, “In all this, you’ve lost nothing. You’ve found your son again, from now on you can live happily. But you insist on getting involved, don’t you?”

“Nice try, Bowen.” Seraphina scoffed, retorting, “Who dragged me into this? And besides, do you really think our debts end with Valerio?”

Bowen paused, then nodded slowly, “You’re right.. If you insist on being part of this, then our debts are far bigger.”

Seraphina just chuckled coldly.

Sandra – the debt she owed Bowen, and the debt he owed her.

It was time to settle the score.

“I can’t wait to see your next move, Bowen, Seraphina said, “We’ll see who comes out on top.”

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With that, Seraphina turned and walked back into the private room, leaving Bowen alone by the window, finishing his cigarette.

Because of Leandro and Seraphina’s late arrival, the party ended later than usual. The guests were about to leave when an unexpected visitor burst into the room.

Tania frowned as she walked in, her face changing instantly when she saw the room full of escort women vying for the attention of the few men there.

cried out in exasperation, her voice

Tania’s outburst. In the silence of the room, her laughter was conspicuous. Tania turned to the source of the laughter

this party was inappropriate, what was Seraphina doing

looking at her. Hanley, however, laughed and

Seraphina and Leandro,

looking at Bowen, she sighed and swallowed her words. Instead, she

glanced at her and gave a

just helped Seraphina out

out of the room, Seraphina couldn’t help but look

back, just asking, “Why did

Women in love, they’re often blinded… but it’s rare to see someone as stubborn as her. Maybe it’s not her fault, maybe Bowen is just too good at manipulation. He could be a lecturer

comment,

are too many women rushing

from jealous over such a

why not cultivate a few young, naive girls, and when they’re ripe, you

elevator, the waiter pressed the button for them. He couldn’t help but glance at the two of them after

waiter’s curious glance but remained

I help you pick? I have a good eye for beauty, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”

He turned back to Seraphina, extending a hand,

the elevator by Leandro and

elevator doors slowly closed as Seraphina glared at him,

her jawline gently, “But training, from when you were

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some nerve,” Seraphina huffed, “Shameless! If you hadn’t changed your characters, you’d probably be