Seraphina was stunned into silence.
How did this little rascal know absolutely everything?
Lucian looked at her. "Would you be willing to come back to the manor with me?"
Seraphina hesitated.
Meeting the family already?
Even though this was purely a contract marriage, meeting the in-laws felt incredibly daunting...
*Mommy, let's go, let's go!* Little Bean frantically egged her on. *Great-Grandma is the biggest boss in the family! As long as she likes you, nobody in the family will ever dare to mess with you!*
Seraphina took a deep breath.
Whatever. The ink was already dry on the marriage license; she'd have to face them eventually.
She nodded. "Alright."
Lucian spoke into the phone. "We are heading over now."
Grandma Eleanor clearly hadn't expected him to agree so effortlessly. She paused for a beat before rushing out, "Good! I'll be waiting!"
Ending the call, Lucian turned to Seraphina. "Get in. Let's go home."
...
The car glided smoothly toward Langford Manor.
Along the way, Seraphina's mind was a whirlwind of complex emotions.
Just who were the Langfords?
They were the undisputed apex predators of the capital's elite—three generations of power, influence, and bottomless wealth.
Lucian's grandfather had built his legacy in politics before transitioning the family into a corporate dynasty, which Lucian had then propelled to astronomical heights.
Grandma Eleanor was born into old money and had been a legendary beauty in her youth. Now in her seventies, she remained the undisputed matriarch of the household.
Would a family of this magnitude really accept a bride who came out of nowhere?
Especially after the explosive scandal at her wedding yesterday. She was already infamous.
Seraphina couldn't help but mock herself internally.
The moment the car parked, the massive front doors swung open.
A meticulously dressed elderly woman practically jogged out, trailed closely by two maids.
Lucian stepped out of the car, and Seraphina quickly followed.
Grandma Eleanor's eyes completely bypassed Lucian, locking squarely onto Seraphina.
Her gaze swept up and down, left and right, as if she were inspecting an incredibly rare, priceless artifact.
Under that intense scrutiny, Seraphina felt a spike of nerves, but she offered a polite smile. "Hello, Grandma. I'm Seraphina."
The older woman didn't respond, continuing to stare at her intently.
Seraphina's heart began to pound.
Was she... disappointed?
Little Bean's voice echoed in her belly, laced with frantic urgency this time. *Don't be scared, Mommy! Great-Grandma is just checking to see if you're pretty! She loves gorgeous granddaughters-in-law!*
The second the words registered, the old woman's face completely transformed into a radiant smile, the wrinkles around her eyes crinkling with joy.

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