I Was Reborn to Marry This Annoying Man? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Everyone froze.Heads turned simultaneously toward the entrance.A man stood there, hands tucked casually into his pockets, his posture relaxed but his presence unmistakably heavy. His gaze swept across the room—lingering briefly on Helena Grayson before settling calmly on Seraphina.Helena's face stiffened."Who are you?" she snapped.The man chuckled softly. "Just a passerby," he replied. "But I couldn't help wondering—are accusations made without evidence part of the show?"The two officers straightened unconsciously.Something about this man made them uneasy.Helena scoffed. "This is official business. Outsiders shouldn't interfere."The man raised an eyebrow. "Funny," he said lightly. "I was about to say the same thing."Seraphina narrowed her eyes slightly—not in alarm, but in recognition.Because she knew that tone.And that smile.The man stepped inside.And with him came the feeling that this farce was about to end.The man stepped fully into the studio.He was tall, well-dre

The next morning, Seraphina woke up early.After a simple breakfast, she left the apartment alone and headed to the Lunada City Business Registration Center—the official government building responsible for registering companies and brands.The building stood tall and modern, its glass exterior reflecting the early sunlight. Inside, the space was clean and orderly, filled with quiet footsteps, muted conversations, and rows of service counters staffed by neatly dressed clerks. It was the kind of place where decisions became official—where ideas turned into legal reality.Lucien hadn't come with her.He had work.The night before, she had finally asked him—casually, as if it didn't matter—about Ethan.Lucien had laughed.He told her that a few years ago, he had taken side jobs as a private hire driver, the kind hired by wealthy clients who preferred discretion over luxury. Ethan had been one of those clients."He's easy to get along with," Lucien had said. "Same vibe. We talked a lot. He

When Seraphina returned to her studio, she stopped short.There was a line outside.Not a short one either.Several people were already waiting by the entrance—some familiar faces she recognized immediately. Former clients. Repeat customers. A few of them even had one or two companions with them, quietly chatting while glancing toward the door.For a brief moment, Seraphina wondered if they were here out of curiosity.Or gossip.Then she realized—it didn't matter.After all, who wouldn't want to establish a connection with someone whom even the governor's son had stepped forward to protect?She unlocked the door and barely had time to hang the "OPEN" sign before the first group entered."Good morning, Ms. Valeza!""I heard you're taking custom orders again.""Is it true you're opening under a new brand name?"The studio filled almost instantly.Seraphina greeted each client calmly, her smile professional and composed. She listened to design requests, flipped open her sketchbook, and a

The voice belonged to Clinton Crowell.He stood near the far end of the table, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his posture straight, his expression one of clear disappointment—as if Seraphina's choices were a personal offense to him.The room fell into an awkward hush.Clinton had always been like this in college—confident, admired, and convinced that his opinions carried weight. Back then, people listened.He stepped forward slightly. "I thought you were different," he said, shaking his head. "You used to know your worth."His gaze shifted briefly to Lucien, stopping there only long enough to make his disdain obvious. "And now you choose… this?"A few people exchanged glances.Vanessa's lips curved upward, satisfied.Marcus leaned back, clearly enjoying the spectacle.Lucien, on the other hand, didn't react.He calmly finished chewing, set his fork down neatly, and took a sip of wine.Seraphina studied Clinton quietly.There was no anger on her face.Only curiosity."Is that a

Seraphina smiled gently before continuing."And besides," she said calmly, "do you really believe Imperial Raw Stone would cut off my supply just because of a manager like you?"Her tone was light—almost amused."They're not foolish enough to abandon a contract and lose millions in profit just because of your words," she added. "Tell me, who do you think you are? A newly promoted manager… versus millions in revenue?"She tilted her head. "That's funny, isn't it?"Clinton stiffened.He hadn't considered that.Seraphina caught the change immediately and smiled wider."Oh," she added casually, "I almost forgot. How would you even know about the contract between Mr. Guzman and me—with your position?"Clinton's face went pale."G-Guzman?" he stammered. "The CEO?"His voice rose in disbelief. "How do you even know him? You're no longer with the Hawthornes!""How?" Seraphina laughed softly."Do you really think I met him because of the Hawthornes?"Her gaze sharpened."Perhaps you've forgott