CHAPTER 897: CHAPTER 897: SHE JUST WANTS TO PLAY WITH YOU

"In my understanding, power and money are accompanied by a life of extravagant indulgence, and women are nothing more than moments of pleasure and toys for distraction."

"Later on, I met Leah. After meeting her, I realized I might not be like my dad, because I never planned to get married or have kids. I know how inferior my genes are, so I don’t want to pass them on to the next generation."

Hayden Crawford stood beside Justin Xavier, knowing the kind of environment Justin grew up in. Passionate love is in the Crawford family’s genes, and also an influence from their original family. If there hadn’t been any unexpected turns in life, Justin Xavier should have become the second Hugh Xavier, thriving in a world of debauchery. But then Leah appeared.

Leah was a ray of sunshine in Justin Xavier’s life.

Hayden Crawford shoved his hands into his pockets, "But... from Leah’s attitude now, it seems like she just wants to have some fun with you."

Justin Xavier seemed to recall something amusing; he lifted the corners of his long eyes, "Well, that’s perfect, because I’ve wanted to have fun with her for a long time."

"..." Hayden could only give Justin a nudge with his foot, seeing the sly look on Justin’s face. Wake up already!

...

The wedding was about to start soon, and Serena was getting anxious because her dad and mom still hadn’t arrived.

The last time Serena saw her parents was at the Phoenix Plume Pavilion. After hearing about Zane, she and Hayden had left in a hurry.

Serena took out her phone and called Seraphina Linden.

The call was quickly connected, and Seraphina’s voice came through swiftly, "Hello, my darling daughter."

"Mom, when are you coming over? I’ve been waiting for you for so long."

"Darling daughter, I’m on the way already, I’ll be there soon."

"Mom, have you seen Dad?"

"Julian Rathborne? No, the last time he stormed off, I haven’t seen him since."

Serena caught the key point, which was "stormed off," "Mom, did you and Dad fight again at Phoenix Plume Pavilion?"

"I didn’t fight with him, but he was interfering with my money-making."

Making money...

It’s always about making money...

Serena knew her mom was a little money-obsessed, but there was a reason for that.

Life in Alani has been tough for years. As the seventh-generation queen, Seraphina Linden once ran away, but she returned.

The elder who held the ring once said that among the queens she had guided, Seraphina Linden was the most mischievous. However, her mischief had boundaries, hidden beneath her heartlessness was the world’s utmost kindness and sincerity. Perhaps Seraphina Linden wasn’t the most outstanding queen, but in the hardest times, she brought back a lot of money, feeding the starving and cold of Alani, providing a stable home for the elderly and children in need of care and medication. She made beautiful flowers grow in barren land, supported everyone alone, yet she was the best queen of Alani.

"Mom, we have already revived Alani. We have money now, and you have a very wealthy son-in-law. You don’t have to make money anymore," Serena smiled.

Just as Seraphina Linden got off the plane, hearing these words, she curled her red lips and gave a satisfied sigh. Her children had all grown up finally.

To raise these kids, she couldn’t count how many jobs she had worked. She opened schools, created hospitals, ran martial arts halls... The legends of her feats spread across the land.

For years she had been making money, a hard-working laborer.

Even though they had money now, she was used to it. Having money gave her a sense of security.

"Got it, Serena. I’m here now; let’s talk when we meet." Seraphina happily hung up the phone, heading to her daughter’s wedding.

At that moment, a group of black-suited bodyguards rushed over, "Please make way!"

Seraphina couldn’t dodge in time, and a bodyguard pushed her slightly, nearly making her fall, looking a bit awkward.

She was annoyed to see the bodyguards were clearing the area, setting up a cordon as if they were welcoming some big shot.

Just then, a luxury aircraft descended from the sky, with a large, gleaming character "Rathborne" emblazoned on its side.

Marcus Kingsley’s aircraft had arrived!

Seraphina’s ears filled with screams; young, beautiful girls around her covered their mouths excitedly, jumping up and down.

"Ah, it’s Marcus Kingsley’s aircraft!"

"Oh my god, what luck we have today, to actually encounter the son of Aethelgard, the world’s richest man, Marcus Kingsley!"

"Quick, is my lipstick still okay? I put on man-slaying red today."

"I think a man like Marcus Kingsley must like pure and clean girls, girls like me."

Seraphina felt her ears were going to go deaf, and the girls around her kept squeezing her, making it hard for her to breathe.

She hadn’t expected Marcus Kingsley to have such charm; these girls went crazy just seeing his aircraft arrive.

There was one thing Seraphina couldn’t agree with: Marcus Kingsley definitely didn’t like pure girls; he was particularly reserved, liking proactive and passionate women.

Ah!

A crazy scream echoed in her ears once more as Seraphina looked up; the cabin door opened, and Marcus Kingsley stepped out.

Today, Marcus Kingsley wore a black thin coat, beneath it a matching black suit. The tailored fabric perfectly outlined his tall and noble figure. A man in his forties, through the years, he had become like a vintage bottle of red wine, captivating and enchanting.

There was a line of black-suited bodyguards at the cordon, and airport staff respectfully stood on either side. Marcus Kingsley walked with steady, sonorous steps, under everyone’s gaze, quickly disappearing into the VIP corridor.

He didn’t glance at those pretty girls who were crazy about him, nor did he see Seraphina being crowded among the masses.

-- A Small Story from Jude Crawford’s Daily --

Jude Crawford saw that handsome mixed-race guy, and indeed, he was jealous.

At that moment, a voice spoke up, "Hi, what a coincidence."

Jude Crawford turned around, and sure enough, it was that handsome mixed-race guy again.

The handsome mixed-race guy looked Jude Crawford up and down, "Is this your future husband? You’ve got a good eye."

"..." Jude Crawford was stunned. She had just told this handsome mixed-race guy that he was her... future husband?

Jude Crawford lowered his gaze to Isabelle Willow, who reached out her small hands to hug his neck, giving his thin lips a sweet peck.

Her gentle fragrant lips touched his, a fleeting kiss, then withdrew, smiling playfully, "Big jealous jar."

Jude Crawford’s ears turned red, then he lowered his head and kissed her hard.

Hmm!

From his thin lips came her surprised soft voice.

He had wanted to kiss her for a long time.

Her lips were fragrant and full of flavor.

After kissing for a while, Jude Crawford wanted to open his mouth, but he suddenly snapped awake. Kissing such a young girl like this might be illegal, right?