Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 405: He Is All Alone

Here, if a list were to be made.

Serena Sterling seems like the one who has nothing, an underdog.

But in truth, she is the center.

Not the kind of center that Isla Lawson understood, using beauty as an exchange.

But a center through personal ability, personal charm, and an inspiring aura.

Even though the Sheridan Family has long been gone, and Serena isn’t the daughter of some prestigious family.

Yet Serena is her own self, and she herself, is prestigious.

The meal quickly came to an end, as Silas Hawthorne naturally wiped Seraphina’s hands and casually picked up Serena’s bag to carry it.

Seraphina got down from the baby seat.

With one hand holding Silas Hawthorne and the other holding Serena’s hand, the family of three bid others farewell and left.

Brandon Huxley and Emeric Grant also walked out together.

Gigi Sutton and Jasper Ford trailed behind.

Gigi Sutton watched the back of the family of three, feeling somewhat dazed.

It’s really different.

Unlike the rumors outside, saying Serena was clinging to Silas Hawthorne, wanting to ride on his coattails for a good life.

One could see they were genuinely happy.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Jasper Ford walked out, gazing at Gigi Sutton.

Gigi Sutton glanced at Jasper Ford beside her.

The look made Jasper Ford feel a tingle on his scalp.

"There couldn’t be another misunderstanding, right?" Jasper Ford said, feeling anxious inside.

Gigi Sutton shook her head, got into the car, and said, "You always said Serena was the bigshot."

Jasper Ford leaned in, nodding, "Yeah, so what?"

"Today, I finally saw someone acting as a sycophant." Gigi Sutton laughed.

"Woof woof!" Jasper Ford barked twice for effect.

This made Gigi Sutton laugh heartily.

Both understood each other’s meaning.

The car started, carrying them away.

...

Elsewhere, Serena held Seraphina’s hand, and the three of them strolled by the lakeside.

Further ahead, there was a patch of grass where many people were gathered with their dogs.

The puppies were all well-behaved.

Serena looked down at Seraphina, who looked up at Serena.

"Hehe." Seraphina joyfully ran towards the puppies.

Serena and Silas Hawthorne followed, communicating with the dog owners, then sat on a nearby bench watching Seraphina play with the dogs.

The evening breeze gently blew, ruffling her hair.

Silas Hawthorne reached out to tuck her hair back in place.

"Gigi Sutton seems to have some misunderstandings with you," Silas Hawthorne remarked.

"Yes." Serena recounted how someone was stirring trouble on Gigi Sutton’s side, trying to drive a wedge between her and Jasper Ford.

"It’s Isla Lawson," she finally said.

Isla Lawson was already at the end of her wits, using any tactic available.

Serena leaned back on the bench, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

She had warned Isla Lawson countless times to calm down and learn to manage her emotions.

She could understand Isla Lawson’s feelings.

Perhaps it started because of Xander Linton.

But later on, it was more about discontent.

Dissatisfied with losing to Serena, unwilling to bow down her proud, noble Miss Lawson’s head.

But... Isla Lawson had thought too much.

She never planned on competing with Isla Lawson for victory, but Isla insisted she yield.

But why should she?

Serena wasn’t some push-over, anyone could push around.

Isla Lawson was unhappy, should Serena just smile and bear it?

Not to mention Isla Lawson always brought up her father and the Sheridan Family.

The wind continued to blow, carrying fallen leaves from nearby trees.

Silas Hawthorne reached out to remove a leaf that had fallen onto Serena’s head.

Thinking over it, he picked up a few leaves, fiddling with them, and soon, a small flower made from leaves appeared in his hand.

He removed the brooch, fixed the small leaf flower in place, and placed it in Serena’s hand.

Serena looked at the small flower, amused and exasperated.

But since they were out strolling with their child, she picked up some leaves and asked Silas to teach her how to make one.

They were outdoors, with many people nearby; soon, videos of them playing with the leaves were captured and posted online. Of course, Seraphina’s face was not shown.

"Haha, they look just like us ordinary folks."

"Yeah, a couple strolling with their child, idly playing with leaves."

"By the way, I’d also like to learn how to roll leaves into flowers; using yellow ginkgo leaves to roll a bouquet should look amazing! I saw a finished product online before."

...

The crowd chatted.

Eventually, it inexplicably turned into a leaf-rolling convention.

Classic saying—"Gifts don’t always have to be expensive; even the grand CEO makes flowers for his wife, you can see if it’s heartfelt."

By the time Serena and Silas Hawthorne finished their walk and returned, the internet was flooded with posts showcasing rolled flower creations.

Seeing this, Serena and Silas Hawthorne also posted pictures of their rolled flower bouquets online.

It was beautiful, delighted to show others their happiness.

However, while Serena and Silas Hawthorne were happy, not everyone was.

Julian Lawson quietly looked at the photo, his eyes dark and deep.

Jude Chaucer stood to the side, looking somewhat troubled.

Previously, they thought Preston Langley was about to make a move, but for some reason, all movements ceased midway.

There were no further tests.

Jude Chaucer sometimes wondered if their trap had been discovered by Preston Langley, causing him to flee.

Fortunately, Preston Langley sent a message to Vera Hansen’s phone.

[He has come to Aeston and wants to meet me. The situation has calmed down as of late, and after resolving matters on my end, we shall leave together.]

Julian Lawson looked at the phone.

He had studied the message for a long time.

Connecting every piece of information from this phone.

But, who was this "he"?

"Did Vera Hansen finally open up?" Julian Lawson asked.

Jude Chaucer sighed deeply, shaking his head, "Vera Hansen refused to speak, wanting us to let her go, saying she’s on the verge of collapse after being held for so long."

"Hmph!" Julian Lawson snorted coldly.

When she was doing those things back then, repeatedly hiring thugs, why didn’t she think about collapsing?

"Tell her, whether she can go free depends on her and Preston Langley, not me," Julian Lawson coldly stated.

"Understood." Jude Chaucer acknowledged and went to carry out the instructions.

However, they all knew, even if she could leave, the next step would still be prison.

But now Vera Hansen preferred prison over being detained here for "treatment."

Jude Chaucer left.

Julian Lawson was left alone.

He looked at the leaf-formed flower post Serena had shared, lips pressed into a thin line.

On the equipment table beside him, the piece of Tanzanite had taken shape.

Just wait for him.

He would let her know the whole truth.

She would forgive him.

Night was deep, yet the city remained bright, with countless cars and pedestrians on the road, many heading home, returning to their lover’s embrace.

Yet he still remained alone.