Inherit Billions

Orian Intervene

The waiter bit his lower lip and asked sceptically “Ms. Lane, if I’m not mistaken, isn’t that Mr. Dros’s ex–wife?”

“Hmph, you’re not mistaken. It’s her.”

“How dare Mr. Marx try anything with Mr. Dros ex–wife? Isn’t he afraid?” The waiter didn’t dare to speak further, but he regretted it deeply, fearing the trouble he might get into.

“As an ex–wife, how important could she be? She has clung to other men in an attempt to climb the social ladder. Do you believe that Orion even looks at her? Haha, she’s sleeping with men anyway; does it matter who she sleeps with? Can’t she sleep with Mr. Marx?”

The waiter kept his head down and said, “Yes. I’ll be going now.”

“Get lost! If you breathe a word about this, you’ll regret it!”

Julia clicked her high heels and headed to the ladies to touch up her makeup. She failed to notice the tall, slender figure standing stiffly in the hallway.

Orion’s expression was cold and grim. His eyes filled with a menacing intensity as he grabbed the passing waiter. He questioned, “Which room is Seraphina in?”

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Only the wealthy and influential mingled in this private club. Recognising them was part of the staff’s basic training. The waiter recognised Orion immediately, and his face turned pale with fear.

“Speak!”

“In … in room 3888.” He blurted it out. The waiter knew Mr. Marx was formidable, but Orion was even more so.

Orion turned and strode away, emanating an icy chill.

Inside room 3888.

Mr. Marx wore a lecherous smile. He reached out to touch Seraphina’s hand on the table, but his hand met only air. She suddenly picked up her wine glass and swung it. Her slender, fair fingers looked like works of art.

That old man pulled out a slightly worn car key from his bag and tossed it on the table. He said, “Seraphina, this car is yours.”

Seraphina stared at the key for a moment, then coldly laughed. “Julia got more than this, didn’t she?”

Mr. Marx eyed her greedily and revealed, “Julia can’t compare with your look. Once this deal concludes, you’ll receive even bigger surprises.”

Seraphina had stepped on their vulnerable spot. She finally realised how Julia had risen to her current status.

It was great. She’d deal with her in due time.

“Let’s have a drink to celebrate!” Mr. Marx eagerly raised his glass.

The next moment, Seraphina’s phone on the coffee table fell to the floor. Mr. Marx quickly bent down to pick it up, showing off his gentlemanliness. Seraphina raised her glass, clinking it lightly with his. Mr. Marx drank eagerly.

The glass barely touched her lips. Under his eager gaze, she deliberately hesitated for a moment before drinking it all. The red wine stained her lips, adding a touch of allure.

Mr. Marx smiled with satisfaction, ogling Seraphina’s beauty after she drank. He placed the Audi key in her hand and coaxed, “If this goes well, I’ll get you a brand new Audi.”

Seraphina’s face darkened. Before she could lash out, he suddenly cried out and fell to the ground. Someone had kicked him over.

A strong grip seized her wrist while holding the wine glass. A deep, cold voice said, “There’s a drug in the wine. Did you drink it?”

The tall, handsome figure standing before her was none other than the man Seraphina had been infatuated with for three years. Orion was there.

For a moment, Seraphina was stunned, but she quickly regained her composure.

What was he doing here?

It must be a coincidence.

Surely she wasn’t deluding herself into thinking he had been watching over her and waiting to play the hero?

“Mr. Dros?” Mr. Marx scrambled to his feet, trembling with fear and servitude.