Inherit Billions

Whose Fault Is It?

Only the gentle sound of flowing music filled the car. The melody was smooth as a trickling stream. It was Seraphina's favourite violin version of Serenade. She was finally able to relax, absentmindedly fiddling with her dress, lost in thought.

Sivir glanced at his sister and asked, "Is little Colombo chasing after you?"

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Seraphina paused a little and quickly snapped out of her reverie. She explained, "No, he's just messing around. He'll be back to normal in a few days." Sivir turned away and said with a smile, "Alright."

"Don't you like him?"

It was odd. Their family had always had a good relationship with the Colombos; otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed her to get close to Hansen.

"He's had too many girlfriends and a messy personal life. Hansen may not be the right fit for you, but if it brings you happiness, it's worth a try," Sivir hesitated slightly.

Seraphina chuckled and asked, "What are you saying? I wouldn't go after a friend. Aside from that, I'm not interested in men right now. I just want to focus on my career." Sivir seemed pleased with this answer. He agreed, "Exactly. Men are nothing. You can have as many as you want, but take it slow!"

He was determined to make his sister the world's richest woman.

The driver in the front seat pondered silently. Won't you misguided your sister by saying that?

At Unearth Bar.

Orion was drinking. All of his friends who were staying nearby had shown up at the bar.

Though not everyone had arrived yet, several empty bottles had already lined the table in front of him.

Lucius tried to stop him, but couldn't. He ended up drinking alongside him.

When Aron and the others arrived, they were shocked. They hadn't seen Orion like this in years; the last time was when someone died.

"What happened?" someone exclaimed as they entered. "Why are you drinking already?"

The whiskey slid down his throat as Orion calmly gestured, "Sit."

Everyone sat down in puzzlement. Lucius was still sober; he poured drinks for them all. After all, brothers had to live through all the ups and downs.

Aron gave Lucius a questioning look and asked, "What's going on?"

But he didn't dare to say it out lond.

Finished

Orion's dark eyes churned with stormy emotions. He rugged at his dishevelled shirt collar until it revealed his collarbone. He asked, "I was married for three yearsand never introduced Seraphina to you. Do you know her?" That name had been everywhere recently. How could they not know?

"Because of her? Orion, she was never a good match. Divorce was inevitable. There is no need to feel bad about it. We should celebrate!"

Lucius's frantic wink went unnoticed.

"Exactly. She's not one of us. There's no need for introductions. You never liked her, and we never recognised her as your wife."

"Right. She had an agenda when she married you. We've seen those tricks before. Don't let it bother you."

It was his permissiveness that allowed Seraphina to suffer harm. His emotions were a tangled mess of complexity and frustration. An agenda?

He couldn't figure out what she was after.

She never spent a cent of the money he gave her, but she later threw it all away at that party.

During the divorce, she asked for nothing and left with nothing.

His family mistreated her, yet she never complained and maintained a façade of peace before him.

His friends ignored her entirely. She quietly retreated into her shell without a hint of resentment.

What was she after?

Another spicy glass of liquor seared down his throat as Lucius drunkenly spilled the night's events to the group. It didn't bother them all that much as they clinked their glasses. "Orion, you're too soft-hearted. It's not your fault. Why are you blaming yourself?"

"Exactly. She brought this on herself. Women always create their own problems. If there's an issue, it needs to be dealt with promptly. Keeping it bottled up helps no one."

"Everyone has conflicts at home. If a woman can't handle her own battles, who can she blame?"

"Don't worry about it. If she wanted a clean break, let it be. Why torture yourself? It's self-inflicted."

"Lucius, you're full of tricks. Can't you think of a way to deal with that woman?"

Lucius was drunk and woozy. He muttered, "I ... I don't dare. She still has my naked photos." "Nudes? Oh, man-hahaha!"

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All of them drank heartily, but Orion did so more vigorously. In his daze, he remembered the look of disdain in Seraphina's eyes. If she wanted to act like she didn't know him, he might as well let her.

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