Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

This was exactly what Seraphina wanted. They both left the private room, chatting as they walked.

“Working in showbiz is pretty rad. Lots of juicy gossip,” Seraphina said.

Una chuckled, “We can hang out more often, I’ve got tons of tea to spill!”

“Cool.” Seraphina nodded, then added, “I heard that apart from Leandro, Balch, another rich dude in Sunburst City, is also not too keen on the ladies. Is he also…”

“Balch? Wasn’t he just keeping away from women after losing his wife?” Una remembered something, “Oh, and there were rumors about him and Fidelia a few years back!”

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, “When did that happen?”

Una thought for a moment, “A long time ago, not long after his wife passed. But that rumor came outta nowhere. The word on the street was that Fidelia was just into Balch and wanted to marry into money. But Balch seemed really devoted to his wife. He owns an advertising agency, does a lot of business with us, but I’ve never heard of any other scandal about him except Fidelia…”

As Una was walking and talking, she was completely unaware of a man stealthily following them.

Seraphina noticed immediately, turned her head and saw the man with a messy hair, scruffy chin, swollen half–closed eyes, obviously eavesdropping.

“What are you doing?” Seraphina stopped and asked him.

Only then did Una realize the problem, she turned around, instantly showed a disgusted face, and hurried Seraphina into the ladies‘ room.

The man saw this, shrugged, and walked away without any reaction.

“Ms. Bennett, just ignore him,” Una closed the door and told Seraphina, “He’s just a nosy reporter.”

“A nosy reporter?” Seraphina was curious, “Why’d you say that?”

Una looked contemptuous, “Just like what you saw. Lurking around these fancy restaurants, seizing any opportunity to gather information. His methods are totally low. He doesn’t publish the information he gets, he sells it to the people involved. Such a sleazeball. His name’s Terrell…”

“Terrell…” Seraphina felt the name was familiar. She repeated it and then started laughing.

When they came out of the restroom, the reporter named Terrell was nowhere to be seen. Back in the private room, Ike had just opened two bottles of wine, waiting for Seraphina.

Seraphina sat down, took a sip of the wine Ike handed her, “It tastes good.”