Inherit Billions (Seraphina and Orion) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 The Dominant CEO and the Homeless Violinist 

Seraphina raised an eyebrow. Hell, that was convenient. Little Dani is such a clever kid. 

Little Dani puffed his chest proudly. If Emeris didn’t drag me along. I would have definitely stayed with Ms. Lovely. 

I certainly didn’t trust leaving Ms. Lovely next to Mr. Wicked and would rather leave her in my dad’s care for a while. 

During the ride, Seraphina didn’t ask about their destination. Soon enough, she drifted off to sleep 

Unknowingly, her head rested on the shoulder of the person next to her. 

After a few hours, she was gently shaken awake. Her blurry vision focused on Little Dani’s adorable. beaming face, magnified as he leaned in. 

The boy whopped. “Ms. Lovely, look! It’s a castle!” 

The sky had darkened slightly as the airplane hovered above. 

Instinctively, Seraphina turned to glance out the window. There, nestled atop a lush green mountain, was a castle estate gleaming with lights. It stood tall and imposing. The flickers of light give it a mysterious yet grand allure. 

From the looks of it, Seraphina guessed it must be a private estate. 

The plane landed on the estate’s helipad. 

After hours on the plane, Little Dani could hardly contain his excitement as he dashed out. Emeris followed closely behind. Wilson narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze to the side. Then, with a gentlemanly gesture, he extended his hand toward Seraphina. 

Before Seraphina could take it, Orion swooped in and snatched her hand with an iron grip. 

She tried to pull her hand free, but his hold was firm. 

Seraphina shot him an exasperated look but followed them down. The air was clear, the stars twinkling in the distance. Not far away, a few butlers and servants approached quickly from afar. 

At last, Orion succeeded in his goal–he was finally able to have Seraphina push his wheelchair while they strolled along the banks of the Tayness River. 

Orion’s mood noticeably improved now that the others had left. 

Up ahead, a burly, tattooed homeless man stood. He was playing his instrument with deep concentration. A small crowd had gathered, listening attentively. 

The scene was picturesque. If the melody had been elegant and graceful, paired with the soothing murmur of the river, it could have been a moment that touched the soul. 

However, the violinist’s performance sounded far from refined. It was more akin to the wailing of an elderly woman–sharp, unpleasant, and mournful. 

Seraphina found herself slowing down, unconsciously stopping to listen, Orion, too, paused, standing by 

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Chapter 315 The Dominant CEO and the Homeless Violinist 

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As the performance came to an end, the audience heaved a collective sigh of relief and began to disperse. 

That homeless violanist glanced at Orion, then at Seraphina–who was stunningly beautiful. His eyes were filled with pity and sympathy. 

Orion, pale and visibly unwell from lack of rest, looked like a terminally ill patient. 

In the eyes of the violinist, it seemed a waste for such a beautiful woman to be with someone who appeared so frail. 

Orion’s expression remained unreadable, his brows furrowed in thought. 

Unable to hold back, the homeless man spoke, “Did you even understand my music?” 

His tone suggested that if Orion didn’t, he should leave 

He took another look at Orion, unimpressed by anything beyond his attractive looks. 

There was a clear hint of disdain in his voice. 

Orion raised an eyebrow and let out a soft, dismissive laugh. “It was awful” 

“What?” The homeless violinist’s expression darkened as he prepared to confront Orion. 

The romantic atmosphere that had been building moments earlier suddenly became tense and confrontational. 

“It was very awful,” Orion repeated, his voice calm, cool, and detached. 

Without a word, the homeless violinist rolled up his sleeves, revealing his heavily tattooed arms as he stormed toward them in a ferocious manner. Clearly, he was ready for a fight. 

“Sorry, this man has issues with his mental health. If you want to brawl, take it up with him!” 

Pause. Seraphina quickly backed away, taking a few steps before hastily leaving the scene. 

“Seraphina!” Orion called after her. 

He hurriedly caught up with her and was unable to suppress a grin as he watched her retreat. 

Why is the running away? 

This isn’t like her. 

Seraphina complained, “Why are you picking a fight with a random homeless man?” 

Hearing the icy tone in her voice, Orion fell silent. After a few seconds, his deep voice broke the quiet. 

It really was terrible.”