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.

season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down, and prepared to head out. But as she

locked eyes with Leandro’s

Reynolds, this is a rare honor. What brings you by at

simply asked, “Where

it to you?” Seraphina retorted,

was immovable, almost like a

her irritation mounting until she made one last, desperate

tumbled

demanded, struggling to

the apartment and shut the door with a decisive

tactfully averted

for persimmons, but then his wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for his nosiness. Then,

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

to have quite the grudge,

grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of your business. Now let me go!” Instead of complying, he

anticipated it, capturing her knee and hoisting her leg over his.

moment, he maintained their awkward tangle and tossed her

glaring daggers at him.

glare, slowly

widened. “What are you doing?”

his tie to bind her hands behind her back.

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

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