Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 265

Among the scrolling rows of numbers, Seraphina Sinclair's name was clearly listed. And the timestamp on her donation was a few minutes earlier than Dominic's.

The donation amount was exactly twenty-two million dollars.

She had given a full two million more than Northport's wealthiest billionaire.

Yet, from start to finish, she hadn't breathed a single word about it.

Chelsea looked up at Seraphina, sighed softly in her heart, and looked back down at the screen.

Upon closer inspection, she froze again.

Just below, there was another line. The donor was listed as "Tristan Spencer," and the amount was twenty-five million dollars.

The time of the donation was just a few minutes ago. He hadn't made a sound about it either; no one even knew when he had arrived.

Chelsea clicked her tongue.

She lifted her head and scanned the room.

In a secluded corner by the window, Tristan Spencer was already standing there, looking right in their direction.

His gaze was locked dead-center on Seraphina.

When Chelsea looked over, Tristan retracted his stare, met her eyes, and smiled in greeting.

Chelsea smiled back, glanced at Seraphina beside her, and a look of sudden realization dawned in her eyes.

She pulled her gaze away and casually checked the backend ledger one more time.

The next second, her eyes went wide as saucers.

In the column for new donors, there was a very familiar name: Gideon Cole.

And his donation amount? Fifty million dollars.

Chelsea jerked her head up, her eyes darting frantically across the grand hall.

She finally spotted his silhouette in the darkest corner of the room.

Gideon Cole stood beside a towering potted plant, his expression cold and unreadable.

He was dressed in a simple black button-down, yet his sheer presence radiated an aura that looked down upon the entire world.

Even just standing there quietly, he was so devastatingly handsome that it was impossible to ignore him.

Chelsea swept her gaze over the crowd again, secretly marveling to herself.

The caliber of guests at tonight's gathering had far exceeded all her expectations.

He held an exquisitely bound musical score booklet in his hands. "Thank you all for your incredible generosity tonight. On behalf of the children in the mountains, I am deeply grateful. As a token of my appreciation, I would like to gift a musical score I've cherished for many years to a destined guest here tonight."

The crowd instantly exploded in murmurs.

This was a piece of Ethan Harrington's private collection, something that had never been seen by the public.

Obtaining it wouldn't just mean reaching the pinnacle of recognition within the music industry; its sheer copyright value alone was incalculable.

If anyone managed to secure it, it was practically equivalent to holding a priceless VIP pass to the entire musical world.

Whispers broke out all around.

"He's definitely going to give it to Mr. Lockwood, right? I mean, he donated twenty million, the highest amount in the room."

"Obviously. Maestro Harrington even thanked him publicly just a moment ago."

"Mr. Lockwood is so lucky. All the good things just fall right into his lap."

Dominic caught every word of the gossip.

He looked at Cynthia, his voice laced with affection. "Maestro Harrington has always been your idol. If you can acquire a piece from his private collection, consider your dream fulfilled."

Cynthia froze for a second, her heart fluttering as she gripped his hand. "Dominic, you actually remembered."