Julian Rathborne’s pupils constricted in response to her provocation.
He swiftly grabbed her slender wrist again, his voice heavy with a sardonic chuckle, "Seraphina Linden, what kind of dress are you wearing out?"
Seraphina Linden was about to leave but was held back by him again, her patience worn thin, and her radiant face turned cold, "Mr. Rathborne, what exactly are you trying to achieve by being so unreasonable?"
Julian Rathborne flung his hand, directly thrusting her onto the sink counter.
Her delicate back collided with the sink, and her face grew even colder as she steadied herself, with the man’s six-foot-two fra looming over her. One of his large hands imperatively locked her willow-like waist, while the other dropped to the hem of her slit dress.
"Seraphina Linden, do you really have no sense of propriety? Wearing sothing so flashy and still considering yourself a young girl?" Julian Rathborne locked onto her with a dark gaze.
Seraphina raised her eyebrows, knowing a woman’s age was a taboo topic. What business of his was it whether she was a young girl or not?
"Mr. Rathborne, are you sure you want to discuss my dress? Your mindset is too conservative. Won dress like this nowadays—what’s wrong with showing a bit of leg?"
Julian Rathborne released her waist, his lowered gaze taking in her exposed legs—remarkably straight, toned, and graceful.
He didn’t pay attention to how other won dressed; it didn’t concern him. He only knew that she shouldn’t dress this way!
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"Co with and change the dress."
"I’m not going. The dress is beautiful; why should I change? Why do you get to tell what to do?" Seraphina was truly frustrated.
Julian Rathborne gave her a lingering look, "I don’t want my daughter’s mommy flaunting herself outside like this."
Flaunting what?
Seraphina was so vexed she laughed sarcastically, her charming eyes fixating on him, "Mr. Rathborne, I understand now. Are you being unreasonable because I didn’t satisfy you last ti at the club? Are you... frustrated?"
Saying this, Seraphina slightly pushed him away, propping herself on the sink. She lifted her high heel, slowly trailing up his black slacks, "Mr. Rathborne, just say what you’re thinking. How else am I supposed to know what you want? Being so repressed isn’t good."
Repressed?
Since birth, Julian Rathborne had been a distinguished figure, raised with the finest heir education, gradually numbing him to emotions and desires. Once the prince of Aethelgard, his deanor was austere, never letting won close. Now, in front of her, he was suddenly "repressed"?
Yet, his handso temple throbbed, his throat like burning coals, as his entire focus landed on her high heel, sparks igniting wherever she stepped.
She smiled at him, her smile the most captivating—innocent yet alluring, making his heart itch.
Julian Rathborne was baffled about how he fell for this enchantress while high society ladies held no charm. Yet, he was drawn to her.
Julian Rathborne stretched out a large hand, trying to grasp her delicate ankle.
But Seraphina quickly withdrew her ankle from his grasp, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a radiant smile, "Mr. Rathborne, what do you want to do?"
With a "smack," Julian Rathborne placed one palm against the wall by her head and the other on the sink, trapping her delicate body in his embrace. His thin lips curled into a sinister smile, "Seraphina Linden, it seems your mory is poor. When are you going to pay back the money you owe ?"
Money?
Seraphina was instantly caught off guard, blinking her long lashes at him, her aura half diminished, "Money, what... what money?"
"The 10.1 billion you owe ."
"..." Seraphina swiftly frowned, "Ouch, my ear hurts, oh no, I can’t hear you anymore. What did you say, Mr. Rathborne? Speak louder!"
Seeing her instantly turn into a diva playing tricks, Julian Rathborne’s mood improved slightly. He seed to have found her weak spot: she didn’t have money.
As for money, that, he had plenty of.
Julian Rathborne lowered his eyebrows, concealing all emotions in his eyes, and lightly curled his lips with a smile, "Seraphina Linden, we need to settle this 10.1 billion account."
Settle what?
Seraphina looked at him dumbfounded.
"I recall my lawyer sent you a letter long ago, demanding compensation of 10.1 billion, which took effect imdiately. Yet, so many days have passed, and you haven’t been able to repay it. You need to compensate with high interest. I calculated it, and with the interest, you now owe 10.2 billion."
Seraphina’s jaw dropped in shock, staring at the man, "Mr. Rathborne, you just casually added another hundred million—are you going to rob a bank next?"
Julian Rathborne raised his well-defined eyebrows, "I have banks under my na; no need to rob."
"... Damned capitalist!"
Seraphina pushed the man aside and straightened her skirt, "I’ll find a way to repay this debt. Right now, I need to raise money, so could you please step aside?"
With that, she opened the door and left.
Julian Rathborne watched her silhouette, confident she didn’t have the money. For her, 10.2 billion was an astronomical figure; he intended to use this sum to force her to bow down.
After all, she was showing off like a peacock with a high tail; he had to put her in her place!
Julian Rathborne was just waiting for her to co to him on her own.
...
Seraphina left the auction house and went to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test.
She took out her phone and dialed a number.
Soon, a childlike voice ca from the other end, "Hello, Granny~"
It was little Pip.
Seraphina clutched her phone, "Pip, tell the truth, is Granny nice to you?"
"Yes, she is."
"Well, Granny is in trouble now, will you help?"
"Of course."
"Pip, your grandpa is demanding 10.2 billion from , but Granny doesn’t have the money, boohoo."
Little Pip on the other end, "...Granny, I don’t have that kind of money either."
Seraphina quickly stopped pretending to cry as she ca up with a good idea, then said mysteriously, "Pip, 10.2 billion is just an astronomical figure. You just need to move your little fingers and add this astronomical number to your grandpa’s account. He won’t notice for a while."
"Huh?" Little Pip thought of himself as mischievous enough, but in front of Granny, he admitted defeat every ti.
This idea could only co from Granny.
"Pip, Granny only needs one word from you. Will you help or not?"
Pip, could he say no?
Seraphina couldn’t.
"...Alright, 10.2, right?" Little Pip nodded helplessly under Seraphina’s persuasion.
"Yes, that’s right. Just send him 10 billion and a hundred as well, note that, and say the hundred is my tip for him that night."
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