CHAPTER 904: CHAPTER 904: A THOUSAND MILES OF FATE LED BY MONEY

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Sean Dawson’s voice abruptly stopped because Julian Rathborne reached out and shattered an ashtray.

The expensive ashtray smashed onto the floor, breaking into pieces and producing a soul-stirring noise.

The once bustling luxury box suddenly grew quiet, and the other executives exchanged glances, cautiously observing Mr. Rathborne’s expression.

Julian Rathborne was initially not very interested, but now everyone could see that he was angry.

The crowd collectively looked at Sean Dawson next to Julian Rathborne, implying, how did you provoke Mr. Rathborne?

Sean Dawson, drunk and aggrieved, thought, I didn’t, I was just discussing a fun topic with Mr. Rathborne!

Just as the atmosphere became tense, the door of the luxury box was suddenly pushed open. A bright and graceful figure walked in — Seraphina Linden had arrived.

As soon as Seraphina entered, she sensitively noticed the change in atmosphere. Her watery eyes glanced around, "Did I...interrupt you?"

"No, no," the other executives chuckled.

"Seraphina darling, you’re finally here." Sean Dawson scrambled up from the sofa, walked over to Seraphina, and wrapped an arm around her soft waist, "Come on, just in time, go offer Mr. Rathborne a drink."

Sean Dawson shoved a glass of wine into Seraphina’s hand.

Seraphina really wanted to roll her eyes at Sean Dawson, but with so many people here, she decided against it. She would deal with him later.

Now standing before him, Seraphina looked toward Julian Rathborne at the main seat. He slightly lifted his handsome eyelids, and his almond-shaped eyes fell upon her face.

The luxury box was full of wealthy executives, but Julian Rathborne, among them, was the most distinguished. Although middle-aged, his figure hadn’t lost its shape, thanks to his passion for fitness. His tailored white shirt perfectly outlined his broad shoulders, the expensive steel watch on his wrist, and knife-edge tailored black trousers all showcased his exquisite taste in life, exuding an irresistible charm of a successful upper-class gentleman.

Of course, his looks were also among the top in the group of men; a man in his forties showing no signs of aging, Seraphina thought he was truly a marvel.

However, such an outstanding man also had flaws, and a fatal one at that — he had premature ejaculation.

Sigh.

Seraphina sighed inwardly, her watery eyes glistening with sympathy. She raised her glass, "Mr. Rathborne, I offer you a toast."

Seraphina was standing while Julian Rathborne was sitting, yet his gaze had an innate sense of superiority. He gave Seraphina a casual glance, his gaze settling on Sean Dawson’s lecherous hand around her waist. His lips had already formed a sharp arc, "If you offer me a toast, do I have to drink?"

Seraphina, "..."

Today’s his daughter’s wedding, yet he’s completely disregarding her dignity.

At this moment, Julian Rathborne suddenly said, "Come here!"

Come here.

Just two simple words, assertive and domineering.

Seraphina stood still, but the drunken Sean Dawson spoke up, "Mr. Rathborne, if you have something to say, say it to me. Don’t scare my Seraphina darling..."

Before he could finish the word "wife," Julian Rathborne suddenly extended his long arm, grabbed Seraphina Linden’s slender wrist, and pulled.

In the next moment, Seraphina found herself sitting on his solid thigh.

Gasp.

The luxury box echoed with gasps as everyone widened their mouths in shock. What did they just witness?

No one was unaware of Julian Rathborne’s aversion to women. Many men pretend, appearing celibate while keeping mistresses, but through all these years, Julian Rathborne truly has had no woman.

The Rathborne family’s Crown Prince, Aethelgard’s son, Julian Rathborne’s aversion to women once greatly worried The Rathborne Dowager. Fearing her son wouldn’t marry and would end up lonely, she spent a fortune hiring fortune-telling experts to define his marriage destiny.

One day, Master Zayne, a wandering monk, came to the Rathborne family’s doorstep and left a divination, stating that a thousand-mile marriage would come for money.

The Rathborne Dowager had heard of the saying about a thousand-mile fate connected by a thread, but never about fate connected by money. Did the Rathborne family lack money? Discussing money with them was almost an affront to refinement.

The young and impulsive Rathborne Dowager became enraged and directly chased High Monk Zayne away.

Chased away, High Monk Zayne chuckled, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Everyone knew Julian Rathborne wasn’t close to women, but now, he surprisingly had a woman sitting on his lap.

Wow!

That’s explosive!

Seraphina Linden was unprepared, suddenly sitting on the man’s solid thigh. She felt her backside was going to burst.

It hurts.

"Mr. Rathborne, if you have something to say, speak, gentlefolk talk, not fight~" Seraphina said smilingly, looking into his handsome face.

Julian Rathborne snorted coldly, "Weren’t you going to offer me a drink? Feed me, and I’ll drink."

What... what?

He actually... wants her to feed him a drink?

"Mr. Rathborne, let’s forget about it then, drinking is harmful to health, let’s not drink anymore." Seraphina gestured to rise.

Julian Rathborne held her delicate waist, confining her to his embrace, preventing her from moving. Seraphina became anxious, "Mr. Rathborne, I’m a married woman, how can you flirt with a respectable lady in broad daylight?"

"Do you believe I’ll have you become... a widow by tomorrow?" Julian Rathborne replied airily.

"..." Seraphina truly experienced what was meant by the evils of capitalism, flirting with respectable ladies was nothing, with Mr. Rathborne, he directly turned a new bride into a widow!

Wisely, Seraphina picked up the wine glass and brought it to his thin lips, "Mr. Rathborne, I’m feeding you wine, ah, open your mouth~"

She actually fed him wine.

Just for Sean Dawson?

Julian Rathborne didn’t drink, his gaze was dark and intense fixed on her, and then his thin lips curled into a mocking arc, "You feed me wine just because I ask. If I tell you to come to my room tonight, will you also come?"

Seraphina blinked her feathered eyes at him, "Mr. Rathborne, you keep haunting me like a ghost, your mood swings like a woman’s period, always wanting to get into bed with me within three sentences, could it be you’ve fallen for me?"

Julian Rathborne stiffened.

Seraphina wasn’t foolish; living to her age, she could tell when someone liked her.

Back in the day, when she courageously ventured to Aethelgard, she gained a large fan base, mommy fans, true fans, fervent fans, dim-witted fans... She had them all.

Ahem, she wouldn’t dwell on her glorious past.

Actually, she had long suspected Julian Rathborne liked her, but she had no evidence.

Now, she seemed to catch him red-handed.

Looking at his stiffening, iron-blue expression, Seraphina asserted, "Mr. Rathborne, you really like me!"