From Nobody to Everyone's Obsession (Seraphina Vale) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 A Woman of Her Own Making

Chapter 27 A Woman of Her Own Making

The words had barely left her mouth when Zachary visibly deflated.

Luther, on the other hand, threw both arms in the air, practically shouting with joy.

“Yes!” he hollered, bursting with triumph.

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Seraphina, however, remained firm. “That’s for the transaction,” she clarified. “It doesn’t mean I’m joining either of you.”

Zachary immediately perked up and pulled out a business card.

“Take this,” he said. “If you ever need anything, I’ll make it happen.”

He knew better than to push. People like her couldn’t be forced-they had to be won over.

The assistant behind him flinched slightly. That wasn’t just a promise. That was a personal guarantee from Zachary of Stratmoor Group.

Seraphina studied him for a second, then took the card. “Alright.”

Zachary smiled, warm and effortless. “What’s your name?” he asked.

That question echoed the thought on everyone’s mind. The crowd leaned in, breath held.

Seraphina paused, then replied calmly, “Miss Vale.”

Miss Vale?

A ripple of confusion passed through the onlookers. There were no prominent families with that name in Valedawn, at least not any they’d heard of.

But everything about this girl-her posture, her voice, the way she carried herself-oozed elegance. She didn’t need a famous last name. She was the pedigree.

Was there some hidden power family no one knew about?

“Well then, Miss Vale,” Zachary said, “if you ever need anything, just reach out.”

She nodded. Then she turned to Tyler and told him to go complete the deal with Luther. She’d look around the place some more.

Zachary stood there, watching as she walked away, his mind already racing.

Elsewhere, in a narrow alley. A crowd had gathered around an old, rickety table surrounded by crates.

The scent hit Seraphina first-a crisp, woodsy note that could only come from the Voidflame Herb.

There was arguing nearby.

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Chapter 27 A Woman of Her Own Making

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Apparently, the vendor was asking a steep price. Buyers were grumbling. Everyone knew the herb had rare properties, but only a few could unlock its full potential.

Most people here were middlemen trying to flip it for a profit.

And of course, that meant haggling.

“How much?” Seraphina asked. The vendor glanced up and gave her a dismissive look, sizing her up.

“Five hundred grand,” he said flatly.

His tone made it clear-he thought she was just a curious girl wasting his time.

Without blinking, she pulled out a black card, pinched between her fingers.

“Swipe it.” The man’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

Five seconds ago, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Now? His smile practically split his face in half.

“Of course, miss! One moment, I’ll get it all packed up for you!”

Money talks. The change in attitude was instant.

Other buyers nearby turned their heads, stunned.

Some of them stared too long, too openly. Alone, young, and carrying expensive herbs-Seraphina had júst become a target.

She ignored every single look, collected her purchase, and turned to leave.

But a man stepped in her path.

“Whoa there, sweetheart. Don’t rush off. I’d love to have a little chat.”

“Move,” she said coldly, eyes still fixed forward.

He narrowed his eyes. “You’ve got quite the mouth, huh? We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, five or six guys surrounded her.

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, cracked her neck, and shifted her stance. She was about to go full-force, but a familiar voice cut in, smooth and dangerous.

“I’d love to see who’s dumb enough to try.”

She turned toward the voice. Of course. It was Zachary.

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