Chapter 441

On a mundane Tuesday, after dropping her son Valerio off at school, Seraphina lounged on the couch, idly scrolling through her phone until she landed on Leandro’s WhatsApp chat.

Their last exchange was still the video call they had on the day Seraphina bumped into Patrick at the airport.

The following day, the tabloids. were abuzz with her scandal with Patrick, and since then, that chat page had remained untouched.

Staring at Leandro’s name for a moment, Seraphina tapped on the payment feature and typed in an amount: $1,000. She sent the transfer, but the screen showed no change.

Five minutes later, she picked up her phone again, the screen unaltered.

So, she initiated another transfer, sending another $1,000 his way.

Still, no response.

Almost mechanically, she hit the transfer button repeatedly, sending a string of identical amounts until a system alert popped up, notifying her that she’d exceeded the daily transaction limit.

Scrolling up, she counted twenty messages sent, with no reaction from Leandro.

Twenty minutes later, she sent a message – [I was testing my transfer limits. Now you can give my money back.”

Not long after, she received a notification from Keen-four transfers of $5,000 each, precisely the sum she’d sent to Leandro.

Quickly switching back to Leandro’s chat, it remained as static as before.

Playing hard to get, huh? Biting her lip in frustration, Seraphina was ready to drop the issue.

to come over for a taste of the season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down, and prepared to head out. But as she

eyes with Leandro’s

mocking sneer, she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this is a rare honor. What brings you by

stare, simply asked, “Where are you off to?”

to you?” Seraphina retorted,

like a solid barrier in her

avail, her irritation mounting until she

she tumbled into his arms, which closed snugly around her.

she demanded, struggling to break free.

apartment and shut the door with

the bodyguards tactfully averted their eyes.

about calling Leandro over for persimmons, but then his wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him

were secured behind her back. She glared up at him, chin

the grudge, huh?” Leandro

Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of

but he anticipated it, capturing her

moment, he maintained their awkward tangle and tossed her onto

snapped, still glaring daggers at him.

unfazed by her glare, slowly

widened. “What are

his tie to bind

domestic violence!” Seraphina exclaimed. “It’s illegal! You really think I won’t

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