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.

over for a taste of the season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative,

locked eyes with Leandro’s unfathomable gaze.

sneer, she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this is a rare honor. What brings you by at this hour?”

her challenging stare, simply asked, “Where are you

Seraphina retorted, pushing against him.

was immovable, almost like a

irritation mounting until she

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

demanded, struggling to

into the apartment and

bodyguards tactfully

calling Leandro over for persimmons, but then his wife emerged, gave him a

Leandro’s hold with persistent defiance, even as her wrists were secured behind her back. She glared up at him, chin tilted in

quite the grudge, huh?” Leandro

or death has anything to do with you…” Seraphina replied. “And as for my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of your business. Now

he anticipated it,

maintained their awkward tangle and tossed her

snapped, still glaring

by her glare, slowly

“What are you doing?”

using his tie to bind

exclaimed. “It’s illegal! You really think I won’t have you thrown in

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