Chapitre 1547: 697 Imperial Sword_1

When Seraphine Moore heard the news, she rushed back, wondering which vile vixen had dared to entangle herself with Peter.

Her eyes practically blinded upon seeing the woman in person.

She was consumed by jealousy.

How could a woman be so beautiful, was there any justice in the world?

"What's your deal with him?" Isabella Foster asked with interest.

Seraphine Moore could not muster a word.

She felt utterly powerless.

"Fanny, let's go." Peter Aria did not give Seraphine Moore a second glance and walked away with Nikita Parker.

"Did I block your luck in love?" Nikita asked.

"Rotten luck," Peter replied in disgust.

Their figures faded into the distance, leaving Seraphine Moore frozen in place.

So, in Peter's eyes, she was a 'peach blossom of rotten luck'?

That woman, like a unique gem, was dazzling and blinding.

Seraphine Moore looked down at herself, she didn't need a mirror to know how unsightly and swollen her face was from the dermal fillers.