Billionaire’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 22

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reaction was to reach out to Vivian, but she had already walked past him. If Julian were to rush after

her, it would have painted an awkward picture.

Nonetheless, Julian was forced to act. Bowing to the attendees, he said, “Apologies, everyone. This

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Julian directed a seething gaze at Seraphina for a few seconds before mouthing some quick

instructions to his aides. Without any backward glances, he followed Vivian out of the conference room.

There she stood, Seraphina, facing the blinding flash of cameras and a sea of curious faces. She had

unwittingly become the cynosure. Julian had left her amidst the magnified attention, forcing her to

weather the storm alone.

She might as well accept it. Julian never bothered much about her after all.

“Ms. Jones, judging by Ms. Garcia’s reaction, it seems she plans on suing you. What’s your take on

this?”

“Can you elaborate on the evidence you mentioned previously?”

“Ms. Jones, are you genuinely in possession of evidence, or was that just an intimidation tactic? Should

they follow through with legal proceedings, are you prepared to face the fallout?”

Against the tirade of questions, Seraphina scanned the room with tranquil eyes. Her calm aura seemed

to quell the frenzied buzz among the crowd.

With a placid smile, she retorted, “I welcome them to sue me!”

Seraphina knew that people will be blocking the exit, but unexpectedly found Julian, somber-faced,

blocking her path. A sudden thought struck her, ‘Wasn’t he supposed to be tailing Vivian? Why’s he still

here?”

Standing in the shadows, Julian carried an unusually serious aura about him. He leaned against the

wall with hands stuffed in his pockets, projecting a rather gloomy look.

Julian’s sudden appearance forced Seraphina to reconsider her exit. She initially thought of bypas sing

him but was promptly stopped by another individual, probably on Julian’s orders. ‘So, this is what Julian

had instructed that man to do. Finally, he’s taking me seriously,’ she thought grimly.

With her alternate escape routes blocked, Seraphina approached Julian directly. “Mr. Brown, are you

planning on threatening me or abducting me?”

In response, Julian straightened up and slowly paced towards Seraphina. He didn’t lose his temper or

raise his voice at her, but his aura suggested a brewing storm of anger. His