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The man approached. He was refreshing and neat, with naturally attractive feature of nobility and pressure that Orion possessed.

Cautiously, he glanced at Seraphina.

That young man introduced himself, "Ms. Cross, I'm Henry Walker."

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Seraphina gave a perfunctory smile, her lips barely curving upward. Then she turned her eyes to Sarah.

"Didn't you know I can't stand him? Why did you bring someone who looks so much like him here?"

Olivia patted her shoulder.

"If you hate him, just make Henry suffer to annoy the real one. But if you like him, fall in love with Henry and drive Orion insane. Either way, you have nothing to lose. Seraphina chuckled calmly and said, "You two are truly the best friends I could ever ask for.

"Of course!" They responded in unison,

Off to the side, Hansen snorted, "You're all wasting your time." Seraphina's eyes lit up, and she excitedly moved closer to him.

"Hansen, do you have any business ideas?"

Maybe he wanted to talk business?

Hansen gave a lazy smile and scrolled through his phone.

"I still have two tons of unsold potatoes. Want to help out?"

Seraphina was speechless.

Sarah let out a snort and said, "Hansen wanted me to use my connections at international fashion shows to help him find clients for his farm produce. Do you think that's appropriate?" Hansen glared at her and asked, "Why not? Fashion people eat, too, don't they?"

Seraphina sighed and sat down quietly. She had nothing left to say to these eccentric friends of hers.

She couldn't ignore the man who resembled Orion sitting nearby. Though he wasn't Orion, something about him felt oppressive, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Maybe it was just the aftereffects of everything she'd been through.

After a while, Seraphina decided to step outside for some fresh air.

But to her surprise, a swarm of reporters with cameras blocked the entrance.

Her expression shifted slightly, and those inside quickly noticed the commotion. Sarah, instantly sober, rushed to stand protectively in front of Seraphina.

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"What are you all doing here?" she demanded.

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"We're reporters," one answered. "We've heard that many famous models, both domestic and international, are planning to expand to Ascotia. You're here to negotiate a contract, right? How's it going?" "Yeah. Is there anyone present who has agreed to start a career in Ascotia?

"Are you going to sign all of them?"

"Is Seraphina Cross here? Will she be part of this project?"

"Ms. Cross, could you come out and say a few words?"

"Is this just a casual dinner meeting?"

The voice of one reporter was especially loud, followed by a sudden hush.

Inside, everyone's expressions varied, each person deep in thought.

Seraphina quickly realized that this dinner had probably been a setup.

She, Sarah, Hansen, and Olivia were all major public figures, and any one of them was prime fodder for endless gossip.

If one of the models here was too eager for fame and leaked this gathering, the news would instantly explode. In the online world, no one was safe.

People would speculate endlessly. Was this about the wild lifestyles of the wealthy heirs? Or perhaps it was about the secret scandals of rich socialites!

Whatever the narrative, it would undoubtedly cause some damage to their family businesses, whether big

or small.

Completely speechless, Seraphina glanced at the male models seated around the room. They all wore different expressions, but none gave away any clues about who might be behind this. Olivia looked visibly panicked, shrinking back next to Hansen.

Hansen was equally anxious. Not only had he failed to help his family, but he'd also repeatedly caused them trouble. He just wanted to be a simple, decent, rich kid!Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

But the reporters at the door showed no signs of backing down.

They were captivated by this gathering.

Wasn't a well-known socialite hosting a party at a bar with a dozen foreign models the perfect explosive headline?

Sarah stood firm at the door, not budging an inch, her expression growing darker.

"This is a confidential business gathering, not open to the public. You can wait for the official press conference."

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She took out her phone, prepared to call the manager of the bar to request the arrival of security guards to handle the situation. Sarah wondered how these reporters had managed to speak in.

"We just want a quick interview with the people inside. Could you all come out and say a few words?" One reporter persisted. "Yes, please come out."

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