Chapter 341


    When Seraphina heard this, she looked at Keen in silence and asked, “What do you mean? Have I


    been making unreasonable, over-the-top dermands?”


    Keen immediately dropped his gaze, coughed lightly, and replied, “That’s not the point. What I’m saying


    is that Mr. Reynolds would literally do anything for you.”


    Seraphina gave him a nce and hummed lightly before walking into Leandro’s office.


    The oil painting that Hal had sent was on the table in the reception area. Seraphina walked over, picked


    it up and examined it closely.


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    It was a portrait of a cat, looking as lifelike as could be. Naturally, anything Hal would donate would be


    the work of a master.


    Seraphina loved the painting and decided to ept it as an auction item.


    After making her decision, she put the painting back into its box, ready to take it back to Carney Artful


    Reverie.


    Just when she was about to leave, she stopped and looked back at the empty office.


    Two hourster, Leandro returned to the Reynolds Group. The atmosphere on the 26th floor


    immediately became tense.


    Seeing Leandro walk into his office without any expression, Keen gave a look to the secretary who had


    been working with him, indicating him to stay.


    Leandro might have been expressionless but the aura he gave off couldn’t fool anyone.


    Clearly, the meeting today hadn’t gone well.


    Once the door to Leandro’s office closed, Keen asked in a low voice, “What happened?”


    “I’m not sure. Today’s meeting… It was as if someone deliberately targeted us, picking apart all the


    projects the Reynolds Group has done over the years. Even the smallest issues were blown out of


    proportion.”


    Hearing this, Keen frowned, “Someone’s stirring the pot behind us!”


    After saying this, he sighed, nced at the pile of work on his desk, and walked into Leandro’s office to


    report.


    When he knocked and entered, Leandro was reading a document.


    Keen took a look and realized it was a hand-drawn invitation. He immediately remembered, “Ms.


    Bet was here earlier, she picked up the painting that Mr. Hal


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    sent


    “Mm.” Leandro responded indifferently.


    He was looking at the hand-drawn invitation and knew Seraphina had been there.


    This was the result of her working overnight and all morning. The front and back covers were


    landscapes she had drawn by hand, with the architectural style of Cedarcrest Chateau subtly


    embedded.


    When opened, the inside was decorated in the same style and color scheme, with “Leandro” written on


    it, signed “Seraphina”. And at the center, where the invitation, text should have been, it simply read


    “You bettere.”


    –


    Seeing these words, he could almost imagine her expression when she said them. She must have


    been smiling, with a mischievous look in her eyes, appearing to be acting coy but with a subtle hint of


    provocation.


    He really enjoyed this provocation.


    Keen wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but it seemed that when Leandro closed the invitation, there


    was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.


    As he came back to his senses, he shuddered slightly, then quickly reported on the work he was doing.


    As expected, everything was going surprisingly smoothly.