Magnolia's phone call was short and she quickly hung up and returned to Seraphina.
"Sorry, I've got some stuff to handle," Magnolia said, casting a glance at the concert ticket in Seraphina's hand. "Anyway, I'm really looking forward to having you and Mr. Reynolds there."
Hearing this, Seraphina cracked a smile. "No worries, we'll definitely show up."
Magnolia gave her another glance, nodded and then turned to leave.
As Seraphina watched her walk away, Sandy, the gallery's secretary, quickly came over and asked who that was.
Seraphina handed her the concert ticket, and when Sandy took a look, she gasped, "Wow, a cellist! No wonder she's so classy."
Seraphina gave her a sidelong look, "Really classy?"
Taken aback, Sandy quickly laughed and said, "Well, not as classy as you, of course."
Seraphina put out her hand and gently poked her head, "Stop buttering me up with flattery! I'm just an average person. If I had as much fame as a famous artist, that would be weird!"
Sandy chuckled a bit. Fortunately, she knew Seraphina wasn't a petty person and just laughed it off.
Meanwhile, as Magnolia left the gallery, she felt a bit disappointed about meeting Seraphina.
The feeling was clear -
Indeed, Seraphina was stunning, breathtakingly beautiful, indescribably so.
But there are many beautiful women in the world and beauty is subjective. Is appearance really that important?
Plus, Seraphina's beauty... was a bit too flashy.
Yet, Leandro ended up marrying this kind of woman.
Did this mean that his judgment of women was solely based on physical appearance?
As Magnolia sat in the slowly moving car, she closed her eyes and sank into deep thought.
…
Back in her office, Seraphina stared at the two concert tickets in her hand for a while then decisively made a phone call to Keen.
"What's Leandro up to?" Seraphina asked directly, "Why isn't he picking up his phone?"
Upon hearing this, Keen quickly replied, "Mr. Reynolds is busy at the moment, Mrs. Reynolds. Is there an emergency?"
"Yes, it's urgent," said Seraphina. "Come over right now, pronto!"
After she hung up, Keen was left a bit confused but quickly gathered his things.
"What's going on?" Yasmina asked him.
"Mrs. Reynolds says there's an emergency and needs me to go over right away," Keen replied. "Tell Mr. Reynolds when he's done."
Yasmina chuckled, "Go ahead. You're dealing with Mrs. Reynolds’ errands. Even if you didn't tell Mr. Reynolds, he wouldn't be mad or blame you."
Keen gave her a glance, then hurried off.
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