Julian Rathborne had arrived at so point, and now his phoenix eyes fell upon Seraphina Linden’s face.
Seraphina greeted him graciously, "Mr. Rathborne~"
After speaking, Seraphina left.
Once Seraphina was gone, Kate Lee and ggie Sawyer froze, especially ggie, whose face turned red and white with sha and humiliation. It was obvious Julian had been there long enough to hear everything Seraphina had said.
ggie gathered the courage to look at Julian, who stood there like a noble cedar, just casually glancing at her with an indescribable disdain and coldness in his eyes.
ggie felt like a clown at that mont, as Seraphina had revealed all of her inherent selfishness, ugliness, and scheming nature in front of Julian.
Back then, both ggie and Kate fell for Julian at first sight. All these years later, this son of Aethelgard was still as distinguished and noble as ever, while she was so disgraceful.
Julian didn’t say anything else then; he turned around and left.
Kate and ggie’s legs went weak, and both collapsed onto the carpet.
...
Hayden Crawford stood on the second floor, witnessing his mother-in-law’s growing fa, and all he could do was... give a thumbs up.
Hayden felt grateful for his choice, and from now on, he was even more determined to stand by this formidable mother-in-law’s side.
Just then, there was a "ding," and the phone in his pocket rang. It was a text ssage.
It was from Pip.
Hayden clicked on the ssage, his pupils quickly contracted. Pip’s ssage was simple: Hello, handso uncle, just to let you know, your mom is here.
Pip said your mom is here!
Hayden had lost his mother at a very young age, making motherly love a void in his life. Now Pip had simply sent a ssage to inform him that his mom was here.
Hayden, "..."
At that mont, another "ding" sounded, and yet another ssage ca in, again from Pip.
Hayden quickly opened it; this ssage said: Oh right, your dad is here too.
Hayden’s eyes turned black, and he promptly closed them.
Then another "ding"—another ssage from Pip.
Inside, Hayden was in denial; he didn’t want to open the ssage anymore. A few seconds later, he reluctantly clicked it open: rember to control your dad so he doesn’t scare your mom away.
Hayden, "..."
He really wanted to find Pip and give him a beating; Pip had just placed a ticking ti bomb with him, with Julian Rathborne and Seraphina Linden barely finished, and now this pair was starting up.
"Mr. Crawford, are you alright?" Seeing the ever-changing expressions on Hayden’s face, his personal secretary Ivan Yarrow quickly stepped forward to ask with concern.
Hayden waved his phone, "Open the door, to welco... my dad and my mom’s grand arrival!"
"...Yes, Mr. Crawford."
...
Outside The Crawford Group’s main gate, a luxurious stretched business sedan pulled up slowly. Butler Thorne, seated in the front, glanced into the rearview mirror at the man in the back with respect, "Sir, we’ve arrived at The Crawford Group."
Jude Crawford lounged lazily in the back seat, not getting out imdiately. He held a cigarette between his fingers, and after a few seconds, he lit a blazing red fla, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke. His deep, narrow eyes gazed at his reflection in the mirror before speaking in a low voice, "Butler Thorne, do you think I’ve aged over these years?"
Butler Thorne looked at the man’s still chiselled and handso face. All these years, his appearance hadn’t aged a bit.
Ti hadn’t etched any marks on him, though the fine lines around his eyes had deepened and lengthened, adding to his mature allure as a man.
Butler Thorne shook his head, "Sir, you haven’t aged at all."
This answer seed to please Jude Crawford, "Heh," a seductive chuckle emitted from his muscular chest, causing ash from his cigarette to fall, "She hasn’t aged; how dare I?"
Butler Thorne knew that "she" referred to Mrs. Yara. As arranged by Pip, they were to et here, and only Mrs. Yara could prompt this business tycoon of a generation to ask, ’Have I aged?’
Jude extinguished the half-burnt cigarette in an ashtray, "Let’s go; let’s head in."
The last ti, in the mall, he only got a fleeting glimpse of her. It had been nearly twenty years; he had searched for her for twenty years, longed for her for twenty years, and finally, she had returned.
...
Seraphina was ready to head back after having her fun, but then she spotted a figure upfront and imdiately called out, "Yara, what are you doing here?"
It was Isabelle Willow.
Recently, Isabelle had been handling the funeral affairs of an old maid, followed by a period of mourning. Today, wearing a black qipao, she looked sowhat colder, though still reminiscent of the most celebrated beauty of Aethelgard, Isabelle Willow. Her elegance still as captivating as her reputation, with long black hair cascading down, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
As Isabelle entered earlier, she had instantly captured attention along her path; everyone was watching her.
Isabelle walked up to Seraphina and gave a gentle smile, "Seraphina, I’m here to et soone."
"Who?"
"Well... to et Jude Crawford."
Seraphina frowned imdiately, clearly not fond of Jude Crawford, "Why are you eting him?"
"A few days ago, Pip sought his help. He wants to et . I thought we’d have to et eventually, and I also want to see my son, Hayden." Isabelle’s personality was serenely detached, but now, after years, she had gained a calm warmth and tranquility, having moved past many things.
Seraphina said nothing more and looked down into the hall, quickly spotting a stable and tall figure, Jude Crawford.
Jude Crawford had just entered.
Seraphina imdiately spoke, "Mr. Crawford, hello."
Downstairs, Jude Crawford was searching for Isabelle Willow, when he suddenly heard Seraphina’s voice. He looked up imdiately, his deep, narrow eyes sweeping upstairs.
Jude Crawford spotted Seraphina and behind her... Isabelle Willow.
Jude’s gaze fell onto Isabelle Willow and could not be pried away.
Then Seraphina pulled Isabelle before her, pushing her into Jude Crawford’s view, "Mr. Crawford, thank you for your help last ti, so this ti I brought Yara for your appointnt to let you both et."
After their hasty separation last ti, Isabelle Willow’s exquisite beauty again crashed into Jude Crawford’s eyes, and he just looked at her.
As if ti had reverted to many years ago, she hadn’t changed a bit, still the Willow family’s daughter known for both beauty and talent years ago.
Standing upstairs, Isabelle’s clear almond eyes also fell upon Jude Crawford’s handso face. Despite not having thought about him all these years, the past she thought forgotten surged back with the force of a tidal wave as he appeared.
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