Broken Engagement His Uncle's Bride (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267 Their Little Performance

Eugene’s gaze darkened as he watched his former wife walk away. “Why is she here?”

“She’s just here to stir things up. Don’t worry–she doesn’t have the power to bully us.” Serena had no intention of reporting anything to anyone.

“Right. Serena just snapped back at Ms. Farlane so sharply her face went livid.”

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Inside her office, Poppy was still seething. The more she thought about Serena, the more irritated she became.

Ever since landing the Levine Group assignment, Serena’s standing in the firm had skyrocketed. Whenever a prime case came up, Adam’s first thought was her.

Poppy had dedicated over ten years of hard work, yet some young upstart was stepping over her.

Chris arrived at the firm early and immediately noticed the tension written all over Poppy’s face. “What happened? Who upset you this morning?”

“Chris, the year–end selection for non–equity partner–I’m a shoo–in, aren’t I?”

He hesitated before answering. “It’s not that simple. You’ve seen how much attention Serena’s been getting lately.”

“So what? I’ve been here longer than she has!”

A shadow crossed Chris‘ eyes. Seniority alone didn’t guarantee a non–equity title.

Performance and competence were what mattered.

Still, he chose not to argue.

If he said too much, she’d only take it out on him at home.

Serena made her way to the dealership to collect her car. She had barely arrived when Donald called with what he claimed was good news.

“Serena, Yvonne agreed to the divorce. When can Sebastian come over for a casual meal?”

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Chapter 267 Their Little Performance

She hadn’t expected him to persuade Yvonne so quickly.

“I’m serious! If you doubt me, I can send you a copy of the divorce papers!”

A faint smile tugged at her lips. “No need. I’ll verify it myself.”

She sat down in the showroom and phoned an old classmate to run a quick check.

Less than ten minutes later, the confirmation came through.

Staring at the message, Serena found it hard to process.

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Does Yvonne really leave without demanding anything? No fight over the assets or property at all?

If that was true, then it was time for her and Sebastian to stage their little performance.

Recalling how relentless he had been the night before, Serena felt the urge to sink her teeth into him.

It had taken an outrageous amount of concealer to hide the marks he left.

Now that Sebastian had collected what he wanted, she felt perfectly justified in bossing him around.

“Come get me. We’re heading to Steele Residence.”

Sebastian glanced at the notification, a playful smile spreading across his face as his fingers tapped out a reply.

“Your wish is my command, my princess. I’ll be at your office in thirty minutes.”

Instead of taking the car, Serena ordered a ride back to the firm, finished her tasks, signed out, and went downstairs right on schedule.

The moment she stepped out of the elevator, she ran into Poppy on her way in.

“Ms. Steele, you really have it easy. What kind of attorney leaves work on the dot every single day?”

Serena shot her a cool look. “Efficient people finish their work on time. Inefficient ones need endless overtime to prove they’re dedicated.

“I won’t delay you from your overtime shift, Ms. Farlane.”

Poppy’s expression twisted through several shades, her hands clenching tightly.

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The other passengers in the elevator grew impatient when she lingered in the doorway. “Are you getting in or not? Don’t hold us up!”

Grinding her teeth, Poppy finally stepped aside but then followed Serena at a distance. She was determined to see whether Serena’s new husband was really coming to pick her up.

Seeing Serena leave with such a spring in her step, Poppy was convinced that Serena’s husband was picking her up.

She was curious to see what kind of car he drove.

Serena had deliberately come down early, worried Sebastian might make too much of a scene. If their coworkers spotted them together, she’d be interrogated all over again tomorrow.

But when she reached the side entrance where he usually parked, the familiar A88888 license plate was nowhere in sight. Instead, a sleek silver–gray sports car eased to a stop, its window sliding down.

The man inside flashed her a grin and beckoned with one finger. “Honey, over here.”

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