True Immortal Heart-Chapter 28: Seraphine the ’Fierce’

When a group of aggressive strangers barged into the house, Seraphine’s family members were understandably startled.

Though their family was an old and established one, they were still just a powerful business clan—not some underground syndicate. They held influence, yes, but they were far from being a criminal organization.

Naturally, Seraphine was the only one who remained completely unfazed. In fact, she was arguably the most fearless (or perhaps brainless) member of the entire family.

"You—what do you think you’re doing?! How dare you trespass into our private residence! Do you believe I won’t call the police and have you bunch of uncultured thugs thrown in jail?" a middle-aged man shouted.

He was tall, composed, and carried himself with a noble air. Upon a single glance, it was evident that his position within the family was far from ordinary.

"Didn’t you hear my father speak? Get the hell out of here!" Seraphine sneered. "Aldric, I can’t believe someone like you would associate with this kind of lowlife. Know your place and get out of my house already."

Born into luxury, Seraphine naturally looked down on anyone she deemed beneath her.

But what she didn’t realize was that this deranged bunch would torture her to death without a shred of hesitation if she ever dared to threaten their interests.

Viper casually slung an arm around Aldric’s shoulder, patting him as if to say, Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.

"You spoiled bitch—what nonsense are you babbling about? Other than having a decent face and some family backing, what do you have that can even compare to our Aldric?" Viper snapped. "Having an engagement with him is a blessing for you. If you ask me, you don’t even deserve to stand next to him. And you, old man—go ahead, call the cops if you dare. Or better yet, let me call them. After all, it’s you people who ganged up to bully my brother first."

Both Seraphine and her father were livid. As the head of a powerful household, he had never been spoken to in such a disrespectful tone before.

And Seraphine—raised as a noble lady, praised since the day she was born—couldn’t accept the fact that someone would dare curse her to her face.

In her eyes, she was nothing like those low-class scum. Only she had the right to insult others—not the other way around.

"Hmph, so that’s how it is," Seraphine sneered. "You like Aldric that much, huh? And you, Aldric—you’ve been fooling around with this bitch all along, haven’t you? Don’t think you can hide it from me. I knew it from the start. Low-class trash like you two really are made for each other."

She spat her words at both Aldric and Viper, her twisted logic making perfect sense only to herself. What made it worse was Aldric’s fearful expression as she yelled at him—it only inflated her ego further.

"What? Cat got your tongues? I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?" She continued, smirking triumphantly. "Why don’t you two whores just hold hands and go make a litter of little bastard whores together? Hahaha!"

She laughed haughtily, hand covering her mouth like some elegant noblewoman, even while slinging filth. The sheer contradiction between her vile words and fake refinement made everyone’s skin crawl.

Even Viper’s subordinates couldn’t understand how an idiot like her had ever been engaged to their brilliant doctor.

Well... to outsiders, Aldric didn’t seem that brilliant. Most of his skills were hidden away, used solely to serve the Crimson Vow. To the world, he was just an average physician.

"You... you..." Aldric stammered, unable to form words. His heart was now pounding with panic.

At first, he’d been angry at Seraphine’s insults. But once she began pairing him with Viper, cold sweat broke out on his back.

He wasn’t some newcomer to the Crimson Vow, after all. The gang had sponsored his entire education. He’d been in long enough to know what kind of person Viper truly was.

She might seem harmless on the surface, but once provoked... she was the type to literally skin people alive.

His gaze turned cautiously toward her, wondering if she would drag him into this mess.

But before Viper could even say a word, Seraphine caught sight of his pathetic expression—and her contempt for him only deepened.

"What’s the matter? Weren’t you all high and mighty just a moment ago? Why are you groveling now? Is it because of that bitch?" She snapped. "What does someone like her have that I don’t?"

Viper had been silent this whole time, her face expressionless. But inside, she was stunned.

It had been a long time—far too long—since anyone had dared to curse her out like this.

If it weren’t for the current situation making things inconvenient, she would’ve already sent this little bitch on a one-way trip to the afterlife.

Though Dusk wore a mask and had altered his outfit slightly to avoid looking like his old self, he had been staying low in the crowd, careful not to draw attention.

Yet Seraphine’s fiery performance hadn’t escaped his eyes. In fact, he found it... wildly entertaining.

Her insults? Sharp. Her tone? Savage. Her delivery? Chef’s kiss.

’Hahaha, excellent. Who would’ve thought someone as old as me could find joy in watching someone get verbally obliterated? Must be the oppression that girl radiates—it’s just too damn irritating,’ he mused to himself, silently enjoying the drama.

The more venom Seraphine spat at Viper, the more impressed Dusk became. His opinion of her was climbing fast.

But while he was enjoying the show, others were definitely not.

Viper wasn’t just anyone to them—she was their boss, someone they respected deeply. And now, a little brat barely out of diapers had the audacity to spew filth in her face?

"You filthy bitch! Who the hell do you think you are, talking to her like that?"

"Take a look at yourself—how are you any different from a whore? What, got a rich daddy and now you think you’re untouchable?"

"Pray we never run into you on the streets, girl. We’ll teach you a real lesson."

The rough, muscular men surrounding Seraphine let out a barrage of angry threats and crude insults.

But Seraphine?

She felt nothing but contempt.

Was she afraid?

Of course not.

From a young age, she’d been taught that the lower class existed only to look up at her in awe—that they could never actually touch her.

And this environment? It had crafted her into a perfect storm of arrogance and delusion.

"You trash really think you can lay a finger on me?" she scoffed, eyes glinting with disdain. "You think you’re something just because you’ve got muscles? Do you even have money? Hah. Pathetic. Talking tough when you can’t even afford to breathe the same air as me."

Her scorn was like a slap in the face, and it enraged them.

No money? They had no money?

Ridiculous.

If they wanted, they could bury her in stacks of cash. They weren’t some run-of-the-mill thugs—they were part of a powerful mafia syndicate.