Inherit Billions Novel by Larissa Pearce

Chapter 33 I’m a Germophobe

On the other side, Olivia walked over triumphantly. “Now Lucius will behave himself. He always comes to his senses only at the eleventh hour!”

Sarah nodded. “If we don’t show him some backbone, he thought Seraphina was easy to bully ”

Olivia hesitated for a moment. “But how could Seraphina be playing dice? And she’s so good at it?”

Sarah exchanged a glance with Hansen, smiled, and explained.

“When she was studying at university in Frencette, she had a month–long argument with her family and cut off her income. As a result, she was tricked into becoming a dealer at the biggest underground casino, and unexpectedly, she learned the skills under the table and made a fortune! When Mr. Cross found out, he was so scared that he immediately asked her to leave and gave her an unlimited black card…

Olivia’s eyes grew wide as she regretted not being friends with Seraphina while she was in school.

Early in the morning.

Seraphina opened her eyes to the warm morning light streaming in. With a content smile, she heard someone knock on the door. The maid asked softly, “Miss, are you awake?”

Seraphina lazily responded, “Yeah, come in.”

Yesterday, Sivir’s driver took her directly to the Cross‘ mansion.

Two maids pushed in a huge clothes rack and respectfully spoke, “Miss, these are the clothes prepared for you. Mr. Cross and Mr. Sivir are waiting for you in the dining room.”

Seraphina seemed a little shocked. Is it necessary for Dad to be so lavish, purchasing my favourite brands just for me to wear?

Numerous identically styled pieces in a variety of colours display the recognisable fabric and craftsmanship characteristic of Prada’s personal collection. There’s no logo, yet the fabric and workmanship were distinctly Prada. Additionally, each of them was a limited edition new season piece that was worth a lot of money.

Indeed, she had to adapt to this luxurious lifestyle. “I know. You can go out first.”

She got up, showered, and picked out a chic little black dress to wear with a white suit jacket before heading out.

Sivir and Emeris were sitting at the dining table in the dining room, eating breakfast slowly and with grace.

Seeing her approach, Emeris squinted his eyes and said, “My dear daughter, are you awake?”

Sivir also turned his head to look at her, his eyes twinkling with a smile.

“Yesterday, Lucius ran out naked from Blues, covering his face but still recognised by people. I heard Mr. Brown dragged him back early in the morning for a scolding. The Brown family is in a frenzy dealing with online rumours, and their stocks almost hit the limit. Seraphina, you’re competent.”

Seraphina shrugged helplessly, walked over, and sat down. “He was the one who started it with me,” she said.

“No wonder. As long as my daughter is happy, the Brown family doesn’t count for much.” Emeris indulgently served her a bowl of bird’s nest soup.

She quickly finished a few bits of breakfast and followed Sivir’s car to the company.

At the office door, Thomas stood there waiting for her.

“Miss, Julia has been waiting here since early morning. She’s in the office.”

Seraphina nodded. “Has there been any news from the Giant Group that you were asked to investigate?”

“I’ve already contacted Mr. Aiden Denter, the person in charge of the Giant Group. He suggested having dinner with you to talk face–to–face.”

“Please make an appointment for me.”

“Of course, Miss.”

Pushing open the door, Seraphina observed Julia seated on her chair, idly whirling around and having a good time. The tension in the office increased instantly.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Julia’s expression changed, and she quickly stood up, looking accusingly at Thomas behind Seraphina. “Why didn’t you announce Miss Seraphina’s arrival?”

Seraphina smiled indifferently and walked over. “Since Ms. Lane likes this chair, Thomas, please have it sent to her office later,” she said.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Miss Seraphina, I didn’t mean anything by it. You don’t need to send the chair to me.”

Seraphina sat on the nearby sofa, her expression cool. “I’m a germophobe. I won’t use a chair that someone else has already sat in,” she said.