Seraphina immediately called the company's lawyer to handle the situation.
Half an hour later, the lawyer arrived at the York Villa. Seraphina handed over the photos, recordings, and other evidence that Nico had sent.
The lawyer confidently said, "Nico's extortion charges are solid. We've got a strong case."
Niamh gritted her teeth and muttered, "I can't wait to see that scumbag get what he deserves."
After the lawyer left, Seraphina and her family headed to the York Manor for dinner.
Seraphina and her parents arrived first and waited in the garden for Della's family to join them.
Seraphina sat on the garden swing, quietly waiting. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car engine from the parking lot. She looked up and saw Della getting out of the car with a young man.
She was puzzled.
Della noticed Seraphina and, with a blush and a smile, introduced the young man, "Seraphina, this is my boyfriend, Jeremy."
Jeremy stood beside Della, a warm smile on his face. They looked like the perfect couple, so harmonious that it was hard not to admire them.
Just then, Della's parents' car slowly came into view.
Jeremy felt a bit nervous and straightened his posture, trying to appear more presentable in front of the elders.
Verity stepped out of the car and her gaze fell on Jeremy. She looked him up and down, secretly approving of him, assuming his background must be decent.
She walked over with a beaming smile and said, "Let's not stand around here. It's tiring. Honey, why don't you take them inside to rest?"
With that, she turned and walked towards Seraphina while the others headed inside.
Seraphina watched Verity approach, feeling a bit anxious.
To her surprise, Verity gently reassured her, "Seraphina, don't overthink it. Della and Zachary just had a meal together. There's nothing between them. You and Zachary should continue seeing each other. Grandpa has always hoped for a union with the Baker family."
She smiled and continued, "Look at our Della. She brought home this Jeremy. He's handsome and well-mannered. As long as she likes him, that's all that matters." Her words were filled with satisfaction and relief.
Seraphina felt a weight lift off her shoulders and smiled, "Thank you, Aunt Verity."
Verity, seeing Seraphina's response, felt reassured and headed towards the hall.
Seraphina stood there, taking a deep breath.
She looked up at the sky, admiring the rare beauty of the sunset.
Just then, she heard the sound of another car approaching.
She turned to see a familiar black SUV slowly pulling in.
It was Zachary's car.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively clenched the fabric of her dress.
Zachary got out of the driver's seat and hurried to help an elderly man out of the back seat.
The elderly man, full of energy and sharp eyes, was Atlas.
Seeing this, Seraphina quickly went up to greet him, "Grandpa, you're here."
Atlas looked her over and nodded approvingly, "This girl is poised and calm. She and Zachary make a great pair."
He declined Seraphina's help and walked steadily towards the hall.
Seraphina followed behind, relieved that everything was going smoothly.
She looked at Zachary with a hint of reproach and whispered, "Why didn't you give me a heads-up?"
Zachary smiled indulgently, "I got a call from your grandpa an hour ago. I wanted to surprise you."
He frowned slightly, worried that Seraphina might catch a chill in the evening air.
He gently took off his coat and wrapped it around her. Seraphina was deeply touched by the gesture, feeling a warm current dispel the cold around her.
She looked up at Zachary and leaned into his embrace, feeling like she had found a solid refuge, a safe harbor.
"Are you cold?" Zachary asked softly, his voice full of concern.
Seraphina shook her head, a happy smile on her lips. "With you here, I'm not cold."
Zachary's eyes softened at her words. Seraphina secretly hoped their relationship would progress further soon. She had been sure of her feelings for him since the first time they met. She didn't want to waste any moment they had together.
Before entering the hall, Seraphina reluctantly let go of his hand and walked in side by side with Zachary.
Atlas's presence made Xander's voice lower out of respect. After all, the York family relied heavily on Atlas's support, and Xander had once worked under him. The Baker family's background was one of the most prestigious in the country.
Xander invited Zachary to sit down, treating him as the younger generation in this setting. Seraphina and Della sat together, whispering. Della looked at Zachary and Seraphina standing together and thought they made a perfect couple. Her previous feelings for Zachary had turned into a different kind of admiration.
Everyone moved to the dining room at the York Manor, where the table was laden with a variety of dishes. Hawk, in high spirits, brought out his treasured wine, pouring a glass for both Zachary and Jeremy.
After a few drinks, Zachary's handsome face turned slightly red, the light casting a warm glow on his features, making him even more attractive. Seraphina's heart raced as she watched him.
Halfway through the dinner, the younger generation left, leaving the elders to continue their toasts. Atlas had clearly had too much to drink and was being supported by Zachary, who had also had quite a bit. Seraphina, worried about Zachary driving Atlas home alone, decided to accompany them.
She repeatedly reminded Zachary to drive safely. Watching the car drive away, Seraphina finally turned her attention back to her smiling parents. Xander looked pleased, and Niamh was beaming with joy.
"See, I told you Zachary is great. Seraphina is really lucky!"
"Yes, yes, you're always right!" Xander laughed.
Back home, Seraphina still felt uneasy and sent Zachary a message to check if he had arrived home safely. Soon, she received his reply, confirming he was home safe, and she finally relaxed. Seraphina put down her phone, a smile spreading across her face.
The next day was Friday, and she needed to pick out a suitable evening gown for the dinner. Originally, Zachary had promised to help her choose, but he had a last-minute commitment. So, Seraphina invited Niamh to go with her.
"Seraphina, how about this one?" Niamh pointed to a luxurious red gown.
Seraphina gently shook her head and smiled. "Mom, this one is too flashy. It's not really my style. I'm looking for something more elegant."
Her eyes were suddenly drawn to a pale gold evening gown. The dress was perfectly tailored, with smooth lines, and seemed to emit a soft glow on the mannequin. She walked over and gently touched the fine fabric, feeling its texture.
"This one," Seraphina decided.
Niamh's eyes sparkled with admiration. The gown seemed made for Seraphina, perfectly highlighting her grace and beauty.
At three in the afternoon, the makeup artist arrived to do Seraphina's makeup. After a nap, Seraphina's skin looked even more radiant under the makeup artist's skillful hands, smooth and delicate like a freshly peeled egg.