Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 305

Seraphina reached out and snatched the designer bracelet without a second thought.

"Thanks."

A faint smirk graced her lips as she turned and walked away.

Gideon and Tristan immediately fell into step beside her.

The two men flanked her like sentinels, one on the left and one on the right.

One was the head of the Cole empire, a man who occupied the absolute apex of The Capital's corporate food chain.

The other was the heir to the Spencer family, the most formidable voice among the younger generation.

The crowd erupted into another frenzy of whispers and awe.

Behind them, Cynthia's face rapidly shifted between shades of sickly pale and enraged green. She ground her teeth together so hard they nearly cracked.

Dominic stood rigidly beside her, his dark eyes entirely fixated on Seraphina's receding silhouette. He couldn't look away.

Sensing his distraction, Cynthia's heart sank like a stone.

"Dominic."

She called out softly.

He finally snapped back to reality. His Adam's apple bobbed as he cast a fleeting, dismissive glance her way and gave a noncommittal hum of acknowledgment.

It felt incredibly patronizing.

Cynthia bit her lip raw, refusing to utter another word.

...

Seraphina and the two men retreated to the VIP lounge.

A uniformed staff member approached Tristan, presenting an exclusive black card on a silver tray.

Tristan picked it up and held it out to Seraphina.

"Seraphina, this is our venue's supreme VIP card. It grants you limitless access to every facility here. Come by and race whenever you want."

Seraphina didn't take it.

"Mr. Spencer, this is way too extravagant. I can't accept it."

Her tone was light and appreciative, but her refusal was absolute.

Tristan tried to press it into her hand anyway. "Come on, there's no need to be so polite with me..."

"Mr. Spencer."

Gideon interjected smoothly.

His voice was utterly calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight. "She said no. Don't force her."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, a spark of defiance in his eyes. "Mr. Cole, you don't understand the dynamic between Seraphina and me."

Gideon's expression remained entirely impassive. "Whether I understand it or not is irrelevant. What matters is respecting her boundaries."

The warmth vanished from Tristan's eyes.

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