My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 132

If she knew that Seraphina was Mrs. Langford, what kind of expression would she make?

Tiffany suddenly found herself looking forward to it.

Seraphina, however, looked entirely unfazed, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Mom, this woman is hilarious. She's actually bragging about her husband to the first lady of the Langford Group. This is the joke of the year," Little Bean chimed in telepathically.

Seraphina thought to herself, "It's fine, let her brag. It doesn't bother me in the slightest."

Having finished talking about herself, Miranda brought the conversation back to Seraphina.

"Sera, you still haven't told us what your husband does." She looked at Seraphina with a bright smile. "Or is it... something you'd rather not say?"

Her words were loaded with heavy implications.

The expressions of the surrounding classmates grew subtle, and a few began to whisper among themselves.

Seraphina met Miranda's gaze without flinching, her tone completely neutral.

"He just runs a small business."

"A small business?" Miranda laughed, a hint of smugness ringing in the sound.

"It's tough doing anything these days. He's lucky if a small business can even stay afloat. My husband wanted to start his own company too, but he realized that a massive corporation offers more stability, so he joined The Langford Group. You have no idea how good their benefits are..."

She rambled on, listing every perk of The Langford Group from top to bottom—from top-tier retirement matching and comprehensive healthcare to six-month end-of-year bonuses and executive stock options. She made it sound like paradise.

Seraphina listened quietly, nodding occasionally with endless patience.

Sitting beside her, Tiffany was so annoyed she almost burst out laughing.

Miranda was setting herself up for the ultimate slap in the face.

Lucian paused. What a coincidence.

He had seen Seraphina's message earlier. After he replied, she hadn't texted back.

He hadn't expected her to be at this exact hotel.

Hearing this, Lucian gently tapped his fingertips against his wine glass.

"Christian, tell the hotel manager to pick a few of their best signature dishes and open a well-aged vintage wine. Have them sent to the next room."

Christian immediately understood his boss's intention and nodded.

"Wait." Lucian called him back, thinking for a second before adding, "Don't say it's from me. Just say it's from... Ms. Simmons's husband."

Christian couldn't stop his lips from curling up into a knowing smile. He replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Langford. I'll arrange it right away."