Staring at the Twitter account name, Seraphina found herself deep in thought. "Andrew Foster?" Could this Andrew Foster be the same one I know? Just a month ago, I crossed him, yet now he's helping to restore my name. This... Seraphina felt a faint twinge of guilt! The surveillance footage featured two notable figures, one of whom turned out to be the renowned Andrew. Oberon stormed into the room, his face radiating excitement, completely devoid of anger. "Seraphina, you're truly my precious daughter." She actually convinced Andrew to help her resolve everything. My daughter is amazing—she's certainly a reflection of me. Oberon wouldn't have known that Andrew had publicly supported his daughter on Twitter if it hadn't been for the congratulations from the other bosses. Even more gratifying was the fact that many prominent business leaders followed suit. Rather than dropping, the Whitewood family's stock actually rose by two percent. This was the privilege of being connected to powerful families and individuals. Oberon's eyes sparkled with joy as he scanned his daughter from head to toe, his satisfaction growing with each passing second. With her unparalleled beauty, she was a perfect match for the heir of the Foster family. With an icy expression, Seraphina studied the man who had so suddenly shifted his attitude. Only yesterday, he had seemed furious enough to throttle her, warning her not to harm Whitewood Group. Yet today, he was grinning and calling her his precious daughter. True to form, he only cared about the benefits. In her past life, she had been unable to provide any benefit to him or the Whitewood family. Instead, she had tarnished their reputation, subjecting them to harsh public scrutiny. This was why he had consistently ignored her, choosing Linara over his own bloodline. When he discovered that someone wanted her—even if it was a sadist, a psychopath, or a murderer—he had used the opportunity to push her away for his own advantage. She had lived as something less than human, more like a ghost, enduring unspeakable torment at the hands of that vile old man. The memory of the inhuman life she had led in the oppressive darkness of that basement made her blood seethe with hatred. Her heart pounded as rage coursed through her body. In the midst of his excitement, Oberon was jolted by an unexpected chill creeping down his spine. He reflexively crossed his arms, his gaze falling on Seraphina's ominous expression. With an awkward cough, he tried to break the tension. "Seraphina, about yesterday—I was overly anxious and said some things I didn't mean. Don't dwell on it, okay? Here, I brought you something." He carefully set a gift box in front of her, then opened it to reveal a shimmering diamond necklace. "Do you like it? I had it brought in from abroad just for you. It's the newest LB design, not yet available in our country." The radiant light flashed in her eyes, jolting her back to her senses. She suppressed the anger building inside and answered curtly, "If there's nothing else, you can go now. I need rest." Oberon could sense her displeasure but didn't dare say anything further. I have to treat her like a princess now. Once Oberon left, Seraphina breathed deeply, forcing herself to suppress the simmering hatred and murderous fury within her. She retrieved her phone and dialed Lionel's number. Three beeps later, the call was answered."Hello, this is Seraphina." Lionel heard the soft, melodic voice of the young girl and couldn't help but smile. He was genuinely intrigued by her. What kind of charm did she possess to make Andrew defend her and Thomas care for her so deeply?