My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 246

Yolanda Harrison was a force to be reckoned with. A graduate of a top-tier university and fluent in three languages, she had seamlessly integrated into her family's corporate empire upon returning home. She was already highly respected within the city's elite social circles.

The investigator had also attached a photo.

In the image, Yolanda flashed a confident, easygoing smile. She exuded a natural, effortless elegance that only came from generations of old money.

Sienna stared at the picture for a long time, a suffocating wave of bitter inadequacy washing over her.

This woman had a flawless pedigree, an elite education, and a thriving career of her own.

And what did Sienna have?

How was she ever supposed to compete with that?

It was utterly infuriating.

She had spent so much time and energy clawing her way into Sebastian's life. Why should some random woman who just dropped in from overseas get to waltz in and steal her prize?

She couldn't panic.

If she lost her cool, she lost the war.

Sienna picked up her phone and dialed her investigator again. "I need you to do one more thing."

"Go ahead, Ms. Simmons."

"Track Yolanda's daily routine. I want to know exactly where she goes, who she meets, and how many times she sees Sebastian. Document every single location. I want it all."

"Understood."

Sienna was bordering on complete obsession.

...

Meanwhile, at the Langford residence.

When Seraphina finally woke from her nap, golden afternoon sunlight was streaming across the bedroom floor.

She pushed herself up slowly, noticing a glass of fresh water and a plate of sliced fruit resting on her nightstand. Beside it was a folded note.

The handwriting belonged to Lucian. The strokes were sharp, bold, and undeniably dominant.

"Company emergency. Be back for dinner. —Lucian."

It was incredibly brief, lacking even a single extra punctuation mark.

Seraphina read the note twice, a soft smile playing on her lips, before folding it neatly and tucking it into her bedside drawer.

She didn't know why she wanted to keep it; she just did.

Little Bean did a somersault in her belly, complaining in his telepathic voice, "Daddy's handwriting is so ugly."

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