Chapter 74
Leandro has always been a puzzle to Seraphina, but she’s gotten used to his frequent mood change. So, she didn’t mind, instead she started looking on her phone.
Keen, sitting on the passenger’s seat, wasn’t as chill about it.
To Keen, Leandro was pretty straightforward. He poured most of his energy into his work, smart and diligent, with high expectations. When it came to family, Leandro’s care was just right–not overly interfering, nor indifferent.
So, as Leandro’s assistant, Keen only has two things to deal with–one is work, the other is occasionally stuff related to the Reynolds family.
But ever since Seraphina showed up, Keen got a third thing to handle. This third thing was a real pain in the neck, even Leandro, usually as cool as a cucumber, showed foul moods frequently because of it.
The driver was focused on driving. Keen felt jumpy, the silence inside the car was suffocating.
Just then, his phone rang. Keen took out his phone, answered it in a low voice, “Hello…”
Seraphina, sitting in the back, hearing his voice as low as it can possibly be, frowned, kicked the back of his seat, “Do you have to be so quiet? Are you afraid someone is going to eat you?”
Keen had no choice but to hang up.
Seraphina seemed to lost her patience. She looked up at the driver, “Pull over.”
The driver was confused. Seeing Leandro didn’t react, he slowed down and stopped.
Seraphina looked at Keen, grinned, ‘since sitting here is too oppressive for you, get out, I’ll call you a cab.”
Keen could only force a smile, “Ms. Bennett, it’s late, let’s not make a fuss, we’re almost home.”
“I’m doing this for your own good, and you aren’t even grateful. Seraphina sighed.
Leandro’s gaze was deep, he only ordered, “Drive.”
The driver nodded, about to start the car. Seraphina said again, “Stop, I’m getting out.”
Leandro turned and looked at her
Seraphina smiled at him, grabbed her purse and got out of the car, and shut the door behind her.
The driver hesitated, stayed put.
Keen was also stunned for a moment, then said, “Mr. Reynolds, it’s late, and Ms. Bennett is alone…”
“Drive.” Leandro ordered, expressionless.
The car quickly started, leaving Seraphina standing alone by the road.
Although Seraphina and Leandro always seem to be at odds, Keen knows the recent work difficulties are all due to Seraphina, he quickly added, “Should I get out and accompany Ms. Bennett?”
“Let her do whatever she wants. Leandro said.
The car went quiet again, but the atmosphere felt even more tense than before.
Seraphina got out of the car alone, casually standing by the bustling road, stretching her stiff neck, when suddenly a van stopped beside her.
The window rolled down, and Seraphina saw Georgina sitting inside.
Georgina was smiling at her, “I remember you left with Mr. Reynolds earlier, how come I see you alone on the street now?”
Seraphina tilted her head, smiling back, “Our destinations aren’t the same, so I got off halfway.”
“Where are you heading?” Georgina asked, her smile friendly, “I can give you a lift”
“No need, thanks.” Seraphina answered, “I plan to hit a bar for some booze, might not be the best place for a star like you”
Hearing this, Georgina looked Seraphina up and down, “You, alone, dressed in such eye–catching clothes, going to a bar?”
‘Is there a problem?”
Georgina pondered, “A bar is full of all sorts of people, and you’re dressed to be noticed, be careful.”
Seraphina shrugged, “Don’t worry, I’ve seen it all when I was abroad.”
Hearing this, Georgina nodded, “Alright, if you have any problems, you can call me.”
Seraphina gave her an “OK” sign, smiling as she watched Georgina’s car drive away.
Half an hour later, Seraphina arrived of the busiest bar street in the city.
Just as Georgina said, her outfit was too eye catching. As soon as she got off the car, men approached her, inviting her for a drink.
Seraphina politely declined, walked into a bar alone, with a few men following her.
As the night goes on, the bar gets livelier. Seraphina sat by the bar, wave after wave of men come to chat her up. She dealt with all of them, focusing on drinking and chatting with the bartender.
Late into the night, Seraphina had had quite a few drinks and started to find the men trying to chat her up more and more annoying, so she paid the bill and left the bar.
The night was hazy, the streets were less crowded. After leaving the bar, Seraphina leaned against a lamppost, letting the night breeze blow away her drunkenness.
A man saw her and came over to chat her up, but Seraphina just smiled and waved him off.
Seeing the clear look in Seraphina’s eyes, the man knew he doesn’t stand a chance, so he walked away.
Seraphina watched him leave, and in the moment she turned around, she saw a pair of bright headlights.
People around her started to scream. The car was charging straight at her.
Seraphina stared at the headlights, slowly stepped back.
Suddenly, someone from the side lunged at her, pushing her to the ground..
Bam! A loud noise, the car hit the lamppost, then charged onto the sidewalk, hitting the wall by the street.
People around were terrified, watching all this happen. A young man with messy hair pushed the car door open and ran out.
Seraphina got up from the ground, only saw a silhouette.
“Why did he run after the crash?” someone nearby discussed, “Could be drunk driving, or drugged driving.”
“Looking at him, doesn’t seem like someone who can afford this kind of car, maybe it’s stolen…”
Just then, a black Lincoln pulled up curbside, and Seraphina spotted Balch.
Balch spotted her too and darted toward her as soon as he got out of the car.
“You alright?” Balch clutched Seraphina’s arm, inspecting the visible skin where he spotted a scrape.
Seraphina still seemed a bit shook up, she shook her head, “I’m okay. The car just came out of nowhere…”
At that moment, something seemed to click in her mind. She turned to the tall man standing beside her, “Thank you so much. What’s your name?”
The tall man gave a small smile, “no problem, and my name’s Abbot.”
“Abbot, I’m really grateful.” Seraphina let out a long sigh, “If it wasn’t for you, I could’ve been hit by that car.”
“I’m glad you’re okay.” Abbot said, glancing at the car, “The jerk who owns this car just took off. We should call the cops.”
