CHAPTER 898: CHAPTER 898: HOW MUCH DO YOU CHARGE FOR ENTERTAINING CLIENTS?

Julian Rathborne left, and the girls around reluctantly dispersed. Seraphina Linden, who was forced to attend the welcome ceremony, was finally free to leave. She carried her bag out of the airport hall and tried to hail a cab outside.

However, not a single car stopped.

Seraphina checked the time, worried that her darling daughter might be anxiously waiting, so she too was a bit anxious.

Just then, a stretched luxury business car slowly came into view. Seraphina glanced at it—it was an Aethelgard license plate, one of those kind that’s a symbol of power and status, allowing passage anywhere without hindrance.

Julian Rathborne’s car had arrived.

How coincidental.

Seraphina quickly ran up and stopped the luxury car.

The driver stepped on the brake and looked back at the man in the back seat for instructions, "Sir, someone is stopping the car."

Julian Rathborne was elegantly seated in the back, his long legs gracefully crossed as he perused a business document. His side profile was clean and attractive.

Upon hearing this, he took his eyes off the document and looked outside the window to see Seraphina’s bright and lively face quickly magnifying in his view.

Seraphina was standing by the rear window, raising her hand to greet him warmly, her face beaming with an incredibly radiant smile, "Hi, Mr. Rathborne."

Julian Rathborne immediately furrowed his handsome brows. She had opened a Phoenix Plume Pavilion and even let his heiress daughter platform it for publicity. A few days ago, he had led people to the Phoenix Plume Pavilion but she refused to see him, sending a message through her staff, saying she was "entertaining guests!"

Julian Rathborne was so angry he almost spit blood. This woman was bold and reckless, completely unlike the image of an aristocratic lady in his mind, so he left in anger.

Unexpectedly, he ran into her here, and she was stopping his car.

Julian Rathborne looked at her bright and radiant smile, as if saying, Mr. Rathborne, give me a ride!

This woman only smiled so brilliantly at him when she needed something.

Julian Rathborne slowly slid down the car window, his phoenix eyes looking over indifferently, "Miss Linden, do we know each other?"

The smile on Seraphina’s face froze instantly, "Haha, Mr. Rathborne, you’re so funny. So... where are you headed?"

"To attend my daughter’s wedding."

"Wow." Seraphina’s eyes lit up, "Mr. Rathborne, nice to meet you, I’m your daughter’s mommy, now we know each other."

"..." Julian Rathborne didn’t want to engage with this woman at all. He casually glanced at the driver, "Drive."

"Yes, sir." The driver was about to hit the gas.

Seraphina was completely dumbfounded. The Julian Rathborne she knew was petty but still gentlemanly. His car was so big and luxurious, giving her a lift seemed no problem at all.

"Hey, Julian Rathborne!" Seraphina grasped the car window with both hands, immediately showing a pitiable expression, "Today is Serena’s wedding, do you really have to be so heartless?"

As she spoke, Seraphina sniffled twice, her bright eyes turning red instantly, "Do you know how hard it is for me? Raising Serena all these years, what have you, her dad, contributed? Just a sperm donation?"

Julian Rathborne watched the mist forming in Seraphina’s watery eyes, seemingly about to cry. He was taken aback... Really?

There were already plenty of people at the airport, and with Seraphina making a scene, everyone’s eyes "swished" over.

"I carried Serena for ten months on my own, raised her by myself, being both a father and a mother, it’s truly a hard life."

"I know I’ve grown old and faded, while you’ve long been dazzled by those young and pretty girls outside, but it’s our daughter’s wedding, and I can’t even ride in your car, you’re really heartless."

"Back in the day when we had that one night of pleasure, you hugged me and praised me, and now you’re being so heartless and leaving!"

"Wooo wooo wooo..." Seraphina began to sob sadly.

Poof~

A muffled laugh sounded in his ears, and Julian Rathborne looked up to see the driver couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Julian Rathborne immediately frowned, and the driver quickly sat up straight, "Sir, look, I didn’t laugh, I absolutely didn’t laugh!"

More and more people gathered outside, pointing at Julian Rathborne, "Pei! Scumbag!"

Julian Rathborne, "..."

In over forty years of his life, Julian Rathborne never expected that one day the label "scumbag" would suddenly be plastered onto him. This strange yet damnable experience!

Three black lines appeared on his forehead. He felt his lifetime of reputation would someday be destroyed by this woman, Seraphina Linden.

"Alright, stop crying!" Julian Rathborne said in a low voice.

Seraphina was sniffling, real tears flowing down her face, looking at him weakly, "You... you’re even scolding me now, wahhhh..."

"..." Alright, Julian Rathborne conceded she had won, "Wipe those tears off and get in!"

"Alrighty!" Seraphina quickly raised her hand to dry her tears, then happily hopped into the luxury car.

...

The stretched luxury business car sped along the road, and the driver in front sneakily glanced through the rear-view mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of Seraphina, the brave and extraordinary woman.

But before he could see anything, he felt a cold gaze fall on him. Julian Rathborne’s light yet murderous glare came over.

The driver felt a chill run down his spine and immediately withdrew his gaze, not daring to look anymore.

Sitting beside Julian Rathborne, Seraphina pulled out two tissues to wipe her face.

Julian Rathborne took one look at her, "What, not ’entertaining guests’ today?"

Seraphina’s hand trembled; this man was so petty. He was throwing the "entertaining guests" remark back at her from the last time in the Phoenix Plume Pavilion.

Seraphina sat up straight and seriously looked at Julian Rathborne, "Mr. Rathborne, it seems like you really despise my current work!"

Julian Rathborne smirked, "Have I not made it obvious enough?"

How should he address her now, madam? Madam of the house? Should he give her some applause and say, ’You’re awesome’?

Seraphina frowned, "...Mr. Rathborne, that’s where you’re wrong. You can look down on me, but you can’t look down on my work. Everyone works hard for a living, there’s no distinction of rank, why are you being discriminatory?"

Julian Rathborne curved his thin lips into a cold smile, "When it comes down to it, it’s all about the money for you. Seraphina Linden, I see as long as money can be made, you’ll sell anything!"

He finally understood, she was a money-obsessed woman.

Seraphina was puzzled. Why was he angry now?

She just loved money!

He was born the son of Aethelgard, to a privileged family, unfamiliar with scarcity, earning alone so his family would not starve, but as for her, she had many mouths to feed.

Who in the world lives freely according to personal wishes? Everyone has their own responsibilities.

"Mr. Rathborne, did I steal your money? Did I rob you? Since I haven’t stolen or robbed, what does it matter to you what I sell?"

"You!" Julian Rathborne was furious, but quickly he changed his tone, "You ’entertaining guests’, how much do you charge?"