CHAPTER 761: CHAPTER 761: FALLEN FOR A LITTLE WILDCAT

One hundred bucks as a tip?

Little Pip was shocked. Is this a thing?

"Pip~"

Little Pip smiled, "Okay, grandma, I’ll listen to you. You have the final say."

...

Seraphina Linden bought a pregnancy test and returned to the auction house; after all, she still had to auction that martial arts manual.

But when she returned, she couldn’t see Serena Sterling or Isabelle Willow anymore.

Where did the two go?

Very strange.

Seraphina looked around, trying to find them. Julian Rathborne’s private secretary saw her searching and quickly approached, "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

It was a bit crowded here, and for Seraphina to reach the private secretary, she had to pass through the crowd. Someone accidentally bumped into her, causing her plastic bag to fall to the floor, and the pregnancy test fell out.

"Oh," someone quickly exclaimed, "look, there’s a pregnancy test in the plastic bag. Whose is it?"

Due to the sensitivity of the word "pregnancy test," suddenly everyone’s eyes fell on her.

This caused quite a stir, and people whispered, "Oh my god, who brought a pregnancy test to the auction?"

"Isn’t this too embarrassing?"...

Seraphina glanced at the pregnancy test on the ground, then bent down, reached out, and collected it along with the plastic bag with great composure. She smiled, "Sorry everyone, this is mine. My husband...how should I put it, was eager in his old age, so I bought a pregnancy test to check."

The private secretary nearby was petrified on the spot. What does this mean? What exactly does it mean?

The private secretary turned and ran off.

When Seraphina reached the place, the person who was supposed to help had already fled, leaving her a bit puzzled.

...

The private secretary sprinted upstairs like a hundred-meter dash and opened the door to the VIP conference room.

At the time, Julian Rathborne was holding a high-level meeting, with the financial director presenting the quarterly report, and he was flipping through the documents in his hands.

"President." The private secretary stepped forward and whispered.

"Hmm?" Julian Rathborne responded nonchalantly.

The private secretary swallowed, "President, I need to report something. President...please stay calm. I just saw Miss Linden downstairs, and she was holding a pregnancy test. She’s pregnant!"

Julian Rathborne’s clean fingers flipping through the documents suddenly stopped, and his deep voice was icy, "What did you say?"

The sudden exclamation from the man frightened the financial director, who stopped the report. At the conference table, the high-level executives secretly glanced at the man, only to see his handsome and distinguished features cloud over, exuding a terrifying and penetrating chill.

The executives dared not breathe out of fear of provoking the big boss.

The private secretary stiffened his neck, "President, you didn’t hear wrong; Miss Linden is pregnant, and she also said...said you fathered a child late in life. President, congratulations, you’re a papa!"

As his words fell, the entire meeting room fell into a stifling silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. No one dared to speak because they already sensed the iciness of the boss’s mood, like a glacier.

At this moment, the financial director, taking a risk, asked, "Pre...President, should I continue..."

"Get out!" Julian Rathborne spat a cold word from his thin lips.

With a "swish," the executives swiftly rose from their chairs and rushed out of the meeting room as if fleeing for their lives.

The high-level meeting was thus interrupted.

Julian Rathborne’s well-built chest began to heave, obviously struggling to suppress a huge tantrum.

The private secretary said, "President, could...could it be that the child isn’t yours, and Miss Linden has cuckolded you..."

Julian Rathborne shot a deadly glance at the private secretary.

The private secretary wished he could slap himself.

At that moment, Julian Rathborne’s tall figure suddenly rose, and he strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, tearing off his tie. Images of Seraphina Linden’s radiant face flashed through his mind. She’s pregnant, is she?

Since returning, he hadn’t touched her, so where had this pregnancy come from?

It seems she had been with some wild man!

Also, she had been in Alani for these years, and he knew nothing of her past. Julian Rathborne felt like his hair was turning green.

This debt between him and her is far from settled!

"Go investigate for me; I want to know who that wild man is!"

Having followed Julian Rathborne for years, it was the first time the private secretary had seen the man so angry. As a wealthy heir, he knew how to control and restrain his emotions, but whenever he encountered Seraphina Linden, he was not like himself.

"Yes, President."

"Also, has she repaid that 10.2 billion? If not, send her another lawyer’s letter. If she pleads, tell her to wait for me in the villa..."

"President," the private secretary had to interrupt Julian Rathborne, "just now, Miss Linden already transferred the 10.2 billion."

Julian Rathborne’s tall body suddenly stiffened. He turned, his cold eyes revealing a flash of disbelief, "What did you say?"

He didn’t believe Seraphina Linden had the ability to come up with 10.2 billion, so where did this money come from?

Which wild man gave it to her?

"President, Miss Linden transferred the 10.2 billion and also added a hundred. Miss Linden said, said..."

There was an extra hundred bucks.

"What did she say?"

"Miss Linden said that since she intends to settle properly, she couldn’t shortchange you. After all, she broke your...virginity, so this hundred bucks are...a tip for you, President..."

Julian Rathborne’s handsome face twitched rapidly. What did she say?

A hundred bucks as a tip, did she take him for a gigolo?

He was furious yet amused, his lips curving into a dark arc, "Tell her that since she’s offering a tip, a hundred bucks is too little."

Just a hundred bucks, is she serious?

The private secretary was about to cry, "Pre...President, Miss Linden even anticipated you would think it’s too little, so she left a message, saying...your skills are poor, only worth that much, a hundred bucks, not even a child."

"..."

Julian Rathborne’s handsome face turned pale; that damned woman, "Go investigate where that 10.2 billion came from, and find out who that wild man is!"

The private secretary could see his President was really upset this time. It was strange because the President could have any debutante he wanted, soft and tender, but he ignored them all. He just fancied Seraphina Linden’s type...a wildcat who often clawed at his heart.

"Yes, President." The private secretary was about to leave.

Julian Rathborne suddenly spoke again, "Come back."

"President, do you have any other orders?"

"What is Seraphina Linden doing at the auction this time? What does she want to buy?"

"President, I heard that Miss Linden is here to buy a martial arts manual this time."