After saying "continue," the person quickly retreated from the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
Julian Rathborne, "..."
Julian’s handso face instantly darkened, a cold frost covering his entire deanor. Though he had never seen what Seraphina Linden looked like, he had always rembered those enchanting eyes from that night.
The person by the door just now was...Seraphina Linden!
She glanced inside with those flowing, srising eyes, she saw him, yet she surprisingly did not recognize him.
That damn woman!
For the first ti, Julian had an impulse; he wanted to strangle her!
She slept with him, dumped him, ran away with his child, and, in the end, completely forgot about him. What did he even an to her?
She ca to hire a male masseuse herself, thinking he was here for fun, and even closed the door for him. That damn woman!
Julian extended his hand, directly throwing off the female masseuse who was clinging to him, and a chilling syllable rolled out from his throat, "Get out!"
The female masseuse didn’t want to miss out on such a rare specin like Julian and attempted to cling on, but seeing the sinister, cold look in his eyes, she shivered imdiately and backed away bashfully.
Julian’s strong chest heaved a few tis as he quickly closed his eyes, his mind filled with that fleeting glance from earlier.
He saw her, though it was just a hurried look, now her face was deeply embedded in his mind, impossible to forget.
What kind of face was that?
Julian now realized that his daughter Serena Sterling not only inherited those eyes from her mother but also her dazzling beauty.
Seraphina Linden’s features were incredibly delicate, entirely composed into a stunning face. However, Serena had an ethereal, clever charm, while Seraphina exuded more feminine allure. When those sparkling eyes turned to you, a coquettish glance bead through her cheeky youthful aura.
Julian thought for a mont. His daughter was already 23, which ant Seraphina Linden must be at least over forty, yet there was not a trace of ti on her face. Even God is especially partial to beauties.
Importantly, Seraphina lived like a young girl.
Julian didn’t need to guess to know just how well she had been living these years.
She was the woman from that night!
Julian quickly opened his eyes and walked out.
His personal secretary approached and whispered, "Sir, based on the location sent by the young master, we’ve already locked onto the target. The target entered this room just now, and we didn’t alert her."
Julian pressed his thin lips, "Did she notice?"
The personal secretary shook his head, "No, the target was in a good mood, humming a tune as she went in."
"..."
At this mont, soone approached from the front, wearing The Zephyr Gardens’ work uniform. It was the male masseuse that Seraphina Linden had called for.
The male masseuse had co to give Seraphina a massage.
"Who are you people? Why are you gathered here?" the male masseuse asked in confusion, looking towards Julian.
Julian looked down at the male masseuse with detachnt, then slightly parted his lips, "Are you the masseuse ordered by the guest of this room?"
The male masseuse nodded, "Yes, I’m the top choice at The Zephyr Gardens, and my fee is the highest too."
Julian turned to his personal secretary, "Throw him out for !"
"Yes, sir." The personal secretary motioned two burly, black-suited bodyguards over. The bodyguards lifted the male masseuse head and tail and tossed him out.
"Who are you, and why..." The male masseuse tried to shout, but the bodyguards sensibly covered his mouth.
With the male masseuse gone, Julian felt slightly better; otherwise, he felt as though a heavy stone sat on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
"Stay here, I’m going in," Julian instructed, then opened the door to the adjacent VIP room.
...
The VIP room was very luxurious. As Julian walked in, he imdiately saw Seraphina Linden.
Seraphina had already changed her clothes. She had taken them off and wrapped herself in a large bath towel, lying on the soft bed, waiting for the male masseuse to give her a massage.
Seraphina was indeed in a great mood; she had asked Isabelle Willow to co with her for a spa day, but Isabelle had refused. So she took so ti to sneak out herself for a bit of relaxation.
Watching her from behind, Julian noticed that Seraphina was humming a lively tune; her voice was very sweet, and the two exposed fair calves dangled happily in the air.
She was genuinely happy.
Julian was both amused and annoyed. The female masseuse tangled with him earlier, and it seed his coat still bore her makeup’s scent. Julian, being quite fastidious, lifted his distinctively jointed fingers, took off his coat, and then sat on the sofa.
Now Julian wore a handmade dark shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his masculine, elegant Adam’s apple and collarbones. The silver cuffs on his shirt were tightly fastened, immaculate. On his robust wrist was a highly expensive n’s watch. With the ambient light lacing around him, he looked magnificent, with the depth of life’s experience he’s accrued nearing fifty.
Quietly seated, Julian’s phoenix-like eyes observed her keenly. Suddenly, Seraphina, who was humming a song, paused and called out in a charming voice, "Young man, why don’t you co over and give a massage? Have we not started yet?"
Seraphina was speaking while lying down and hadn’t looked up.
"Young man" Julian, "..."
Julian was silent for a few seconds, then stood up and walked toward Seraphina.
Seraphina had a head of long, wavy hair, dyed the currently popular deep chestnut color. The curls lazily draped over her shoulders, cascading over her creamy skin, intensely drawing one’s gaze.
Seraphina must have used so kind of skincare technique; her skin was youthful and firm, her smooth back creating an enticing curve toward her slim waist. Julian’s eyes quickly took in the shapely outline of her bottom due to her laying posture, then swiftly withdrew his gaze—not daring to look any further down.
Seraphina sensed soone standing beside her. She lifted a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, "Young man, hurry up and give big sister a massage. Big sister has plenty of tips, and if you do well, you’ll make a fortune."
Seeing her eagerness for the male masseuse’s massage, Julian curved his thin lips into an amused arc and then extended his large hand, placing it gently on her tender shoulder, beginning to knead.
To be served like this by Julian Rathborne, Seraphina Linden was undoubtedly the first.
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