The Abandoned Heiress Reborn to Be Cherished (Seraphina) novel Chapter 305

r 305 Surveillance from Every Angle

While the waiter was caught in a dilemma, a man who appeared to be a manager stepped forward. His face was filled with apology as he addressed Seraphina, saying, “I’m sorry. This staff member is new and doesn’t quite understand the rules, which has caused you some inconvenience. My sincerest apologies, Miss Whitewood. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.”

The manager waved his hand toward the waiter, who immediately left.

Standing by Seraphina’s side, the manager offered his assistance with warmth. “Miss Whitewood, if you encounter any issues or troubles on the ship, please feel free to approach

me.”

“I need to speak with my father. Could you kindly take me to him?” Seraphina climbed the ladder without hesitation.

The manager, not expecting her to make such a request, froze for a moment. He quickly recovered and smiled. “I’ll relay your message to Mr. Whitewood. After his meeting with the boss, he will return. Miss Whitewood, if there is nothing else, I’ll take my leave and go back to work.”

Seraphina nodded.

The manager then called over a waitress, who placed a glass of champagne on a tray and handed it to her. “This is champagne made by our boss himself—unique in the world. Please try it, Miss Whitewood.”

“Alright.” Seraphina accepted the glass, inhaling the rich aroma of the wine.

After the manager left, he approached the edge of the room. He whispered something to a group of staff members, his gaze occasionally darting back toward Seraphina at the center of the room.

Seraphina wandered aimlessly around the banquet hall, her cold expression causing everyone who attempted to approach her to shrink back in hesitation.

As she completed a full circle of the hall, she realized something: the entire banquet hall was under surveillance, with cameras installed in every corner, leaving no blind spots.

There were two entrances to the hall: one at the front and another for the staff to use.

Seraphina could now confirm that this place was essentially a large–scale transaction market.

Each girl wore a flower garland with a corresponding number, likely a mark for the men to identify their chosen “prey.”

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She couldn’t believe that Oberon, driven by money, would bring his two daughters to such a place. The men here, though cautious about speaking out in public, would ensure that the family could no longer hold their heads high in Pyrin.

It was clear that the recent string of events had pushed Oberon, who cared deeply about his reputation, to the point where he had no choice but to sell his daughters.

Looking around at the women mingling and chatting with the men, it was apparent that most of them were there by their own will. Probably, only she and Linara had been deceived into coming.

In one of the large private rooms, a row of leather sofas filled the space. At the center, a bald man sat, two tall and burly bodyguards standing behind him.

Oberon walked into the room, and the bald man, who was leisurely smoking a cigar, casually gestured to an empty seat beside him. “Pour Mr. Whitewood a drink.”

A seductive woman stepped forward with a smile, bowing slightly as she poured the drink. Her ample curves were on full display, her figure impossible to ignore.

Oberon glanced at her, his eyes darkening with a trace of deeper meaning.

“Mr. Whitewood, how could you bear to send such beautiful daughters here?” The bald man’s voice was thick with a regional accent.

In front of them, a large screen displayed the activities inside the banquet hall, showing every move being made.

“I didn’t want to, but there was no other choice,” Oberon replied, his voice tinged with regret.

The bald man chuckled. “Your second daughter is fine, right? The Foster Family and Drakon Family haven’t made their move, have they? In this line of business, we can’t afford any trouble, you know that.”

“Don’t worry. There won’t be any issues.”

“Good, good.” The bald man’s smile deepened. “Mr. Whitewood, what price are you planning to offer?”